you're sprawled out under him, the smooth wood of his desk flat against your back as pantalone pushes his stiff cock into you, bottoming out with a cheshire smile on his lips. your mind goes blank as he stretches you out so perfectly; he's intoxicating. no matter how often he fucks you, you just can't get enough of the bliss he brings you.
your legs wrap around pantalone's waist, pulling him closer to you. this earns a light snicker from your lover, "eager today, are we?" he teases, hips moving with a painful lack of velocity. his cock drags along your walls, so slowly that you're not sure how much longer you can take it, and he's only just begun.
the tips of his fingers dig deep into your hips, holding you in place to prevent you from squirming too much in his grasp. his own hips speed up, but not enough; it's still agony to feel him move so slowly. you try to wiggle against him, to no avail.
pantalone coos for you to be patient, now pressing a thumb to your clit, circling around it so carefully. it shuts your wining up in record time, noises of complaint now soft moans from the way he toys with your bud.
you're so caught up in the way that he rubs your clit, that you're caught off guard when he finally starts fucking into you at a good pace. your cunt sobs around his length, allowing him to pump in and out of you with ease.
he revels in the way you react to each thrust, the sinful sounds that flow from your lips and echo around the room, the harsh smack of his skin against yours. he can't get enough, and neither can you, already drunk off his cock.
your eyes squeeze shut as pantalone slams into you, cunt slick around his cock, the friction easing you closer to your first orgasm. you grip the edge of the desk below you, hips meekly rutting against his own, trying your best to chase your own climax as soon as you possibly can.
it isn't long before your thighs tighten around his waist, walls squeezing pantalone's cock as you cum, orgasm sending waves of pleasure through your body, completely numbing your thoughts as he fucks you through your high.
"aww, that look on your face..." he hums, eyes half-lidded as he observes your fucked-out form, licking his lips in satisfaction. "already fucked dumb, pretty baby?" he teases, but it falls on deaf ears, you're too far gone to hear his words as anything but muted, muffled sound.
your vision is entirely blurred above you, your lips half-parted as pleasured sounds flow from you. you can barely think straight as the harbinger pounds into you, the only coherent thought in your mind being how fucking good he feels.
"you can give me one more, right?" pantalone coerces. he snickers at your lack of a verbal response, though your body answers for you as your slick walls tighten around his length. his hand harshly comes down on your thigh, sending a delighted shiver down your entire form.
he spreads your thighs out wider as he fucks into you, the head of his cock grazing against your sweet spot at the apex of every thrust. if he hadn't already driven you to that point, you'd be fucked dumb by now. your hips rut against his again, the both of you growing closer to your orgasms.
you reach your second orgasm with ease, rapidly chanting out his name like it's the only word in your vocabulary as you cum around his cock.
pantalone lets out a low groan as he cums, the inviting warmth of your walls far too much for him to handle as he finishes, hot seed gushing into your cunt with each twitch of his cock.
your eyes are still cloudy as pantalone pulls out, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "my dumb little baby."
you're sprawled out under him, the smooth wood of his desk flat against your back as pantalone pushes his stiff cock into you, bottoming out with a cheshire smile on his lips. your mind goes blank as he stretches you out so perfectly; he's intoxicating. no matter how often he fucks you, you just can't get enough of the bliss he brings you.
your legs wrap around pantalone's waist, pulling him closer to you. this earns a light snicker from your lover, "eager today, are we?" he teases, hips moving with a painful lack of velocity. his cock drags along your walls, so slowly that you're not sure how much longer you can take it, and he's only just begun.
the tips of his fingers dig deep into your hips, holding you in place to prevent you from squirming too much in his grasp. his own hips speed up, but not enough; it's still agony to feel him move so slowly. you try to wiggle against him, to no avail.
pantalone coos for you to be patient, now pressing a thumb to your clit, circling around it so carefully. it shuts your wining up in record time, noises of complaint now soft moans from the way he toys with your bud.
you're so caught up in the way that he rubs your clit, that you're caught off guard when he finally starts fucking into you at a good pace. your cunt sobs around his length, allowing him to pump in and out of you with ease.
he revels in the way you react to each thrust, the sinful sounds that flow from your lips and echo around the room, the harsh smack of his skin against yours. he can't get enough, and neither can you, already drunk off his cock.
your eyes squeeze shut as pantalone slams into you, cunt slick around his cock, the friction easing you closer to your first orgasm. you grip the edge of the desk below you, hips meekly rutting against his own, trying your best to chase your own climax as soon as you possibly can.
it isn't long before your thighs tighten around his waist, walls squeezing pantalone's cock as you cum, orgasm sending waves of pleasure through your body, completely numbing your thoughts as he fucks you through your high.
"aww, that look on your face..." he hums, eyes half-lidded as he observes your fucked-out form, licking his lips in satisfaction. "already fucked dumb, pretty baby?" he teases, but it falls on deaf ears, you're too far gone to hear his words as anything but muted, muffled sound.
your vision is entirely blurred above you, your lips half-parted as pleasured sounds flow from you. you can barely think straight as the harbinger pounds into you, the only coherent thought in your mind being how fucking good he feels.
"you can give me one more, right?" pantalone coerces. he snickers at your lack of a verbal response, though your body answers for you as your slick walls tighten around his length. his hand harshly comes down on your thigh, sending a delighted shiver down your entire form.
he spreads your thighs out wider as he fucks into you, the head of his cock grazing against your sweet spot at the apex of every thrust. if he hadn't already driven you to that point, you'd be fucked dumb by now. your hips rut against his again, the both of you growing closer to your orgasms.
you reach your second orgasm with ease, rapidly chanting out his name like it's the only word in your vocabulary as you cum around his cock.
pantalone lets out a low groan as he cums, the inviting warmth of your walls far too much for him to handle as he finishes, hot seed gushing into your cunt with each twitch of his cock.
your eyes are still cloudy as pantalone pulls out, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "my dumb little baby."
it's absentminded, how ayato's hand inches down your midriff, below the cloth of your panties. the two of you are just lying in bed, yet he cannot seem to get his mind off of satisfying you. you let out a soft squeak of surprise as ayato's fingertips brush against your cunt, eyes peering over at your lover—who is now wearing a sly smirk on his pretty lips.
"what's that look for, my dearest?" ayato teases, a finger absentmindedly rubbing circles around your clit. you bite your lip at the delightful sensation, cunt growing slicker by the second. "i couldn't find it in me to resist you." he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. round and round are the delicate strokes of his digits around your clit.
it isn't long before they find themselves moving ever downwards, fingertips prodding at the heat of your entrance, wettened just from his light touches. he teases his digits up and down your pleading cunt, amused by the way your body begs for him—it's not only that, either. the expression plastered on your face tells the whole story; eyes half-lidded, tongue resting on your bottom lip as ayato administers his gentle touch.
inch by inch, he pushes a pair of his digits in, pulling a soft whine from your lips. you're desperate for more, made evident by your hips rolling against ayato's hand. fuck, he thinks, you're perfect.
he can feel his cock stirring in his pants, growing harder just from pleasuring you. however, he finds enough willpower to ignore it, not wishing to take away from your pleasure with his own needs. he begins to pump his fingers back and forth, in and out of you, gliding against your slick walls as his thumb resumes the clockwise rubbing of your clit that he'd given you prior.
a shaky moan of ayato's name flows past your lips. "say it again," he coaxes into your ear as he fingers you, teasing a third digit against your soaked entrance. "please... ay..ayato," you whine out, back lightly arching as he inserts a third finger.
his fingers curl inside you, stretching your gummy walls out so perfectly. between the way his fingers work, and his thumb dutifully caring to your clit, you can feel yourself growing hazy, dizzy with lust and pleasure. your slick gathers around ayato's digits in waves, a detail which does not go unnoticed by him. in fact, it only motivates him to continue, to make your sweet cunt even wetter around his hand.
"keep making those sounds, darling..." he coos, fingers pumping steadily inside you, your moans gelling with the sloppy squelch of your cunt. you oblige happily, moans and whines escaping you with each pump of your lover's fingers.
"'m gonna, 'm.. close.." you stammer out, your entire body burning hot as he moves his fingers even faster inside you and around your clit. as you grow closer to your release, you clamp your thighs around his hand, shamelessly bucking your hips against ayato's flawless touch.
you're close, so close that you're babbling incoherent words in an attempt to convey your incoming orgasm—unintelligible, but ayato knows. so he watches with wonder as your body squirms and shivers, as your walls tighten even further around his fingers, as tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks.
he only pulls his fingers from your depths once you've fully rode out your orgasm. ayato brings said fingers to his lips, tongue dragging along them to collect your slick. "you taste like heaven, my dear." he comments, before pushing his fingers against your own lips. "open wide, love."
it's absentminded, how ayato's hand inches down your midriff, below the cloth of your panties. the two of you are just lying in bed, yet he cannot seem to get his mind off of satisfying you. you let out a soft squeak of surprise as ayato's fingertips brush against your cunt, eyes peering over at your lover—who is now wearing a sly smirk on his pretty lips.
"what's that look for, my dearest?" ayato teases, a finger absentmindedly rubbing circles around your clit. you bite your lip at the delightful sensation, cunt growing slicker by the second. "i couldn't find it in me to resist you." he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. round and round are the delicate strokes of his digits around your clit.
it isn't long before they find themselves moving ever downwards, fingertips prodding at the heat of your entrance, wettened just from his light touches. he teases his digits up and down your pleading cunt, amused by the way your body begs for him—it's not only that, either. the expression plastered on your face tells the whole story; eyes half-lidded, tongue resting on your bottom lip as ayato administers his gentle touch.
inch by inch, he pushes a pair of his digits in, pulling a soft whine from your lips. you're desperate for more, made evident by your hips rolling against ayato's hand. fuck, he thinks, you're perfect.
he can feel his cock stirring in his pants, growing harder just from pleasuring you. however, he finds enough willpower to ignore it, not wishing to take away from your pleasure with his own needs. he begins to pump his fingers back and forth, in and out of you, gliding against your slick walls as his thumb resumes the clockwise rubbing of your clit that he'd given you prior.
a shaky moan of ayato's name flows past your lips. "say it again," he coaxes into your ear as he fingers you, teasing a third digit against your soaked entrance. "please... ay..ayato," you whine out, back lightly arching as he inserts a third finger.
his fingers curl inside you, stretching your gummy walls out so perfectly. between the way his fingers work, and his thumb dutifully caring to your clit, you can feel yourself growing hazy, dizzy with lust and pleasure. your slick gathers around ayato's digits in waves, a detail which does not go unnoticed by him. in fact, it only motivates him to continue, to make your sweet cunt even wetter around his hand.
"keep making those sounds, darling..." he coos, fingers pumping steadily inside you, your moans gelling with the sloppy squelch of your cunt. you oblige happily, moans and whines escaping you with each pump of your lover's fingers.
"'m gonna, 'm.. close.." you stammer out, your entire body burning hot as he moves his fingers even faster inside you and around your clit. as you grow closer to your release, you clamp your thighs around his hand, shamelessly bucking your hips against ayato's flawless touch.
you're close, so close that you're babbling incoherent words in an attempt to convey your incoming orgasm—unintelligible, but ayato knows. so he watches with wonder as your body squirms and shivers, as your walls tighten even further around his fingers, as tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks.
he only pulls his fingers from your depths once you've fully rode out your orgasm. ayato brings said fingers to his lips, tongue dragging along them to collect your slick. "you taste like heaven, my dear." he comments, before pushing his fingers against your own lips. "open wide, love."
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