[Why does she have to go and hold his hands like that?
Never before has sex seemed so intimate, it had just been something he did to scratch an itch, literally a pleasurable pounding of the flesh. Touka makes him feel emotions that he does not quite yet understand, and he can't help but squezze her hand in return, closing his eyes as he because to busy his mouth with a collarbone.
Sakamoto doesn't see her eyes or monstrous qualities just yet, instead he begins to move, thrusting in and out slowly, relishing just how easy it is to rut inside of her when she's this wet. What the hell did he say to get her to act like this? The hand that isn't holding hers moves from her waist to her ass, slapping a cheek out of sheer curiosity, just to gauge a reaction.]
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Never before has sex seemed so intimate, it had just been something he did to scratch an itch, literally a pleasurable pounding of the flesh. Touka makes him feel emotions that he does not quite yet understand, and he can't help but squezze her hand in return, closing his eyes as he because to busy his mouth with a collarbone.
Sakamoto doesn't see her eyes or monstrous qualities just yet, instead he begins to move, thrusting in and out slowly, relishing just how easy it is to rut inside of her when she's this wet. What the hell did he say to get her to act like this? The hand that isn't holding hers moves from her waist to her ass, slapping a cheek out of sheer curiosity, just to gauge a reaction.]
Y-yeah. Shit.
You feel good.
[Understatement of the century.]