[ He's barely there in terms of being ground in reality to answer her once he realizes she's ... done or not with that actually got something else she plans to do that he is not able to pinpoint. Masamune's completely lost in terms being able to keep any signs hidden of the effect she's having on him including the sign that he is anxious to see what she is up to even as he speaks not a word, and instead fills the lack Of his voice on with his heavy breathing.
Of course, even though he answers her questions none, he is very well watching and his eyes widen a little as he ends up holding his breath when she positions her breasts above his tip before actually sliding them down over him. The choked heavy gasp surely is enough to suggest that orgasm is about to be reached especially with the new tightness feeling so great in its restrictiveness. The softness of her full and earnest breasts as she slides him up towards her mouth again now while in between them is possibly just as incredible a sight as it is to feel it while it's occurring. ]
Sh—
[ He's so fixated on her right now—there's nothing else that exists in his world but her for the moment and it isn't just a reaction to her little lewd teasing or the lust aching and torn between letting her finish and wanting to stop her so he can slam her down and make her his. Somehow he does realize this is her merely wanting to please him into an intoxication so high he can't think of anything else but the sensation and want and to enjoy that pleasure. It's endearing in an strangely pure and innocent way even if the way they are playing it out is far from it. He puffs out a heavy sigh, his hand in her hair pushing to coax her head down a little more towards the head of his dick as she sucks on it his voice complimenting and soothing. ]
...Good beautiful girl... ha, ah... I'm going to make such a mess of you if you keep this up... but if you want such—Mmm-- just like that but harder and... that's--! Ahn—!
[ Masamune hits his head back up against the glass (a little too hard even) and if she wants to get him worn down enough to give into those thrusts he wants so badly to so, well it's happening now. She's gets him thrusting a little in her mouth, he still tipped back against the glass wall before his heavy panting become a sudden suffering of moans and grimaces as he involuntarily arches his back away from the wall to force his hips forward to as he tips over the edge.
He couldn't say if asked if there was anything specially different about this orgasm compared to others but right now he feels like he comes quite hard and his unloading feels particularly as if he has more cum being unloaded than he has in a while.
It's absolutely possible: both because of her and because it's been some time without a partner. Right now, however, all he's interested in is riding the euphoric high Megumi's brought him to without interruption.
Everything else will be thought of and considered once this moment is passed.
no subject
Of his voice on with his heavy breathing.
Of course, even though he answers her questions none, he is very well watching and his eyes widen a little as he ends up holding his breath when she positions her breasts above his tip before actually sliding them down over him. The choked heavy gasp surely is enough to suggest that orgasm is about to be reached especially with the new tightness feeling so great in its restrictiveness. The softness of her full and earnest breasts as she slides him up towards her mouth again now while in between them is possibly just as incredible a sight as it is to feel it while it's occurring. ]
Sh—
[ He's so fixated on her right now—there's nothing else that exists in his world but her for the moment and it isn't just a reaction to her little lewd teasing or the lust aching and torn between letting her finish and wanting to stop her so he can slam her down and make her his. Somehow he does realize this is her merely wanting to please him into an intoxication so high he can't think of anything else but the sensation and want and to enjoy that pleasure. It's endearing in an strangely pure and innocent way even if the way they are playing it out is far from it. He puffs out a heavy sigh, his hand in her hair pushing to coax her head down a little more towards the head of his dick as she sucks on it his voice complimenting and soothing. ]
...Good beautiful girl... ha, ah... I'm going to make such a mess of you if you keep this up... but if you want such—Mmm-- just like that but harder and... that's--! Ahn—!
[ Masamune hits his head back up against the glass (a little too hard even) and if she wants to get him worn down enough to give into those thrusts he wants so badly to so, well it's happening now. She's gets him thrusting a little in her mouth, he still tipped back against the glass wall before his heavy panting become a sudden suffering of moans and grimaces as he involuntarily arches his back away from the wall to force his hips forward to as he tips over the edge.
He couldn't say if asked if there was anything specially different about this orgasm compared to others but right now he feels like he comes quite hard and his unloading feels particularly as if he has more cum being unloaded than he has in a while.
It's absolutely possible: both because of her
and because it's been some time without a partner. Right now, however, all he's interested in is riding the euphoric high Megumi's brought him to without interruption.
Everything else will be thought of and considered once this moment is passed.
Until then, though... ]