[Rosalind's veneer of pain melts away, the sloppy rhythm of her hips an embarrassing display of desperation. She's not in pain, but maybe she is suffering, yearning for something she can't have until he decides to give it to her.
Wet and lewd, a mess that can't stop thinking about his cock.
A sight that's almost as satisfying as feeling her skin give under his teeth, and tasting the sharp iron flavor of her blood. He'd prefer her outcry had come from getting fucked, but the release of her voice is a victory-
A passerby stops, there's a muttered exchange between friends, before footsteps resume.
He barely hears it, the sound of his lips dragging over her skin and his palm hitting her cunt in errant intervals throbbing louder in his ears.
In a moment, all of that falls away.
Ground no longer under his feet, but beneath him - Takasugi braces for the drop without realizing what's happened. Scattered hands anchor to the woman flush against him, one gripping forearm and the other hip.
What they hit is soft. A mattress.
In the moment taken to orient himself, she's freed. Crawled on top of him soon enough to see his eye narrow from surprise to aggravation. His cock aches against her, hips shifting so subtly he doesn't notice - he's preoccupied reaching up to try and grab her jaw. Not to choke, but to fling her away and reassert himself.]
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Wet and lewd, a mess that can't stop thinking about his cock.
A sight that's almost as satisfying as feeling her skin give under his teeth, and tasting the sharp iron flavor of her blood. He'd prefer her outcry had come from getting fucked, but the release of her voice is a victory-
A passerby stops, there's a muttered exchange between friends, before footsteps resume.
He barely hears it, the sound of his lips dragging over her skin and his palm hitting her cunt in errant intervals throbbing louder in his ears.
In a moment, all of that falls away.
Ground no longer under his feet, but beneath him - Takasugi braces for the drop without realizing what's happened. Scattered hands anchor to the woman flush against him, one gripping forearm and the other hip.
What they hit is soft. A mattress.
In the moment taken to orient himself, she's freed. Crawled on top of him soon enough to see his eye narrow from surprise to aggravation. His cock aches against her, hips shifting so subtly he doesn't notice - he's preoccupied reaching up to try and grab her jaw. Not to choke, but to fling her away and reassert himself.]