[ Before she speaks, Toji leaves her clit hot and clutches one of her thighs, pulling her taunt against his mouth as he pushes his tongue past her outside flesh, enjoying his meal with both fervent movements and sounds; at this point, his stroking has turned into straight on fapping, silently wishing there was at least some kind of lubricant to make all of this go smoother, literally, but it’s not the first time he’s jacked off dry and it definitely doesn’t deter him from doing it right now.
He’s enjoying the show when she makes a suggestion and he has to think for a moment. Is it just something she is suggesting in the heat of the moment and will regret it later? He doubts that the case. Ishmael is a new acquaintance (fuckbuddy?) but he already knows she’s a level headed person who seems very certain of her wants and needs. Toji removes himself from her, a trail of saliva and discharge sticking to the round of his chin, right along the sharp angle of his jaw. Say no more, but he straightens his posture and tucks his hands under his lounge wear shirt, pulling it off of his head to reveal his immaculate body, perfected into sculpture by years and years of training out of spite. Most of the muscle is along his broad shoulders, arms and chest, but there’s enough build along his abdomen to appreciate too.
Toji crawls to his feet and strips out of his pants and undergarments in one go, stiff cock practically springing out when it has the chance. He’s above average size, but not overly so, with an evident curve to its shape. He’s uncut, but his head is completely out right now. He just really likes eating out women, okay.
He climbs on the bed, helping his partner get positioned with her legs open and around him. As for her hands, he’ll place them over her head with the wrists crossed, large palm pressing down to hold them there if she will allow it.
Well. They are certainly in a position now. ]
Thought you were too tired.
[ Stated with a bit of a playful tone, but he sounds terribly aroused as well. The other hand goes for adjusting his cock against her. ]
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He’s enjoying the show when she makes a suggestion and he has to think for a moment. Is it just something she is suggesting in the heat of the moment and will regret it later? He doubts that the case. Ishmael is a new acquaintance (fuckbuddy?) but he already knows she’s a level headed person who seems very certain of her wants and needs. Toji removes himself from her, a trail of saliva and discharge sticking to the round of his chin, right along the sharp angle of his jaw. Say no more, but he straightens his posture and tucks his hands under his lounge wear shirt, pulling it off of his head to reveal his immaculate body, perfected into sculpture by years and years of training out of spite. Most of the muscle is along his broad shoulders, arms and chest, but there’s enough build along his abdomen to appreciate too.
Toji crawls to his feet and strips out of his pants and undergarments in one go, stiff cock practically springing out when it has the chance. He’s above average size, but not overly so, with an evident curve to its shape. He’s uncut, but his head is completely out right now. He just really likes eating out women, okay.
He climbs on the bed, helping his partner get positioned with her legs open and around him. As for her hands, he’ll place them over her head with the wrists crossed, large palm pressing down to hold them there if she will allow it.
Well. They are certainly in a position now. ]
Thought you were too tired.
[ Stated with a bit of a playful tone, but he sounds terribly aroused as well. The other hand goes for adjusting his cock against her. ]