"Tsk, where have you been all this time, hmm?"
“The Hell are you talking about?! You’re the one who up and left - where the fuck have you been, Menma?!”
It took quite a few thrusts in before her low, yelp-like comment reached on his brain fully. How shamelessly taken in; Was he that lost in it that what he outright asked would go past his ears like that? Apparently… But, fuck it, it was fantastic either way.
With his ears blissed, his beating heart stroked in a marathon, and his objectives persued, there was nothing else to think — Only feel. Feeling just how fucking good it felt. The pre-cumming tip of his dick threatening to escape the grasp of its pink partner every so often in every thrust, something that somehow added a bit to it, depsite the fact that if anyone interrupted this he would have to cut some heads.
There was no more to look after, at least not at this very moment; There was no reason to look any harder than what was happening right at this moment. Yes, yes, that is what he wanted — Nothing else that mattered, just him and her. He’s the king of his own world and she’s the queen, alone, and without having to explain or owe anything to anyone.
His mind quickly became a lot clearer and free. Finally, he was enjoying himself to the fullest now; Insesantly moaning on her ear, but attempting to look for self-restrain from doing that, for no other reason than simple habits, and took issue with her firm ass with both of his hands now helding her up from it, while their chests finally managed to gain a little space. That was a little bit to his chagrin, but, well, it was kind of starting to hurt, anyway, and he was sure a part of him (or most likely, her) would end up broken if he kept pushing.
His hips didn’t took the same route, though; They grinded up, back and forth, with more agression and strength than he can recall ever letting them. His cock came in and out so crudely that the juices of sex would just drip out, in almost copious amounts. Mainly, hers; He hadn’t gotten there yet… But he was close. Just a little more, he could feel it, he could feel his veins under there hardening up, an instant pressure and a sudden desire to release.
Without stop even one second, he moved back his head to meet hers, once again; This time, noses, eyes and foreheads met up again, while gritting teeth kept their mouths away. Perhaps this was another habit, but for whatever reason, being close to the other, at this level, face to face, whenever reaching the breaking point, was an oddly appealing and satisfying conclusion, always.
Thump, thump, thump… And then, finally, without shutting his eyes, he let his bathed breath speak for him, his lower parts leaking like a bottle, and a blissful experience liberating his mind, and finally taking him in… After so long.
Everything about Menma's body screamed lewd, alongside her own, fidgeting against his weight like an impatient child awaiting her treat. Hips shift forward and back, recieving and letting go of that thick mass with each violent thrust forward. Opal reveled in their sockets, nearly losing sight for brief moments at a time, as nothing but white lingered along the crevice of vision and blindness. Her head was canted to its right, enough to retrieve Menma's bright eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Colored lips parted in a pathetic cry, the raw nerves within her sex screaming upon the pounding friction of connection and rubbing. "Ah--Menma, Menma!" She called out once more, losing what bit of composure she had left within. Purple nails clawed their way into strong shoulders, releasing over each muscular bevel, only thus encouraging the motioning of lower parts as she felt that aroused twitch inside of her. There was nothing more dear to her then this one, special connection. It was much more then lust and desire to her, it was entirety - allowing herself to let go and surrender herself to that one and only. Lids clasp down, covering her white visage temporarily, teeth seething into the skin of her bottom lip with enough force to draw out blood. She didn't acknowledge the cinnabar running down the corner of her face, but only the demeanor before her, writhing and struggling against the immaculate pleasure that came from her. She could feel it, the tension in his body - it built its way up to the brink and was now about to spill over. Her body braced itself for the intrusion of liquid to mix with a concoction of her own, languid hips rolling into his orgasm with delighted vigor. Heat filled her entire body to the brim, a shiver passing down her spine as a loud whine emitted from those colored folds, reaching a climax in unison with Menma. Everything about this release was sloppy and erotic, thick fluid leaking from a filled entrance, and staining the ground beneath with the aftermath of their passion. Out of breath, she smirked ever playfully, palms settling at either sides of his face.
