[ Because it's the only thing she can think of to do; because she'd probably do it if he had been someone else. It's intimate and stupid and so sweet that it almost hurts her, and she doesn't so much moan as cry out again every time he moves, prompting her back to lift off of the table and her eyes to flutter shut at the sensation.
Her mind blearily wonders if it would have been the same if Sakamoto hadn't been the one between her legs, and the grip she holds on his hand tightens. Moving against him is awkward at first, but when she hooks her legs around his waist to bring him closer, to feel him deeper, it doesn't seem to matter all that much. Her hips roll up into his in an attempt to match the slow, steady rhythm he's building, the hand not holding his finding his hair for the umpteenth time and grasping desperately at it.
It isn't white. It isn't white, and she's suddenly coming to find that she's beginning not to care.
When he slaps her ass, she gives an appreciative hiss as she clenches down around him. The action even further removes him from whatever fantasies she'd entertained over the last few years, and it prompts her to further angle her hips upwards as an invitation for more, should he decide he'd like to take it. ]
Fuck...
[ The hand in his hair slides down his back as he continues to fuck her, finding his ass and grabbing at it almost desperately, her breath coming in short, soft gasps. ]
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Her mind blearily wonders if it would have been the same if Sakamoto hadn't been the one between her legs, and the grip she holds on his hand tightens. Moving against him is awkward at first, but when she hooks her legs around his waist to bring him closer, to feel him deeper, it doesn't seem to matter all that much. Her hips roll up into his in an attempt to match the slow, steady rhythm he's building, the hand not holding his finding his hair for the umpteenth time and grasping desperately at it.
It isn't white. It isn't white, and she's suddenly coming to find that she's beginning not to care.
When he slaps her ass, she gives an appreciative hiss as she clenches down around him. The action even further removes him from whatever fantasies she'd entertained over the last few years, and it prompts her to further angle her hips upwards as an invitation for more, should he decide he'd like to take it. ]
Fuck...
[ The hand in his hair slides down his back as he continues to fuck her, finding his ass and grabbing at it almost desperately, her breath coming in short, soft gasps. ]
... H-Harder... Do me harder, Tatsuma.