[The fingers on his shoulders aren't gentle, but how Takasugi tenses under them is a reaction to a precursor. With her digits resting on his bare skin, she could dig in. Scratch, tear skin, and weave lines of red deep enough to leave him shuddering.
His thumbs travel downwards, their slow descent to the soft flesh under her jaw interrupted by her demand.
Takasugi can't laugh, he's too frustrated. His lips coil into a smile and he bares his head down into Rosalind's mouth, teeth painful against jaw - but he makes it mutual.
A moment of equilibrium before in an instant he rocks forward. Pushes himself on top of her, a motion that glides his cock between the lips of her cunt. Too close to what they're both desperate for, but not enough to satisfy.
He looms, hands splayed on either side of her head.] Why don't you just tell me how desperate you are?
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His thumbs travel downwards, their slow descent to the soft flesh under her jaw interrupted by her demand.
Takasugi can't laugh, he's too frustrated. His lips coil into a smile and he bares his head down into Rosalind's mouth, teeth painful against jaw - but he makes it mutual.
A moment of equilibrium before in an instant he rocks forward. Pushes himself on top of her, a motion that glides his cock between the lips of her cunt. Too close to what they're both desperate for, but not enough to satisfy.
He looms, hands splayed on either side of her head.] Why don't you just tell me how desperate you are?
[Like hell either of them will ever yield.]