Hotaru
His noises are just as satisfying as his touch, and she relishes in the deeper tone and the way it vibrates through his chest in a way she can feel with her skin pressed against his. She moves beneath his touch easily, submitting where normally she would not, letting him push and pull and tug her closer to claim her mouth in another hot kiss that distracts her from the negligible pain of his entry.
It's a slow start, and she writhes where they're connected, the dragging sensation against her walls making her blood heated. Before she has a real chance to object, to spin them around and take control or encourage him to change his pace, he is already seemingly reading her mind as his hips thrust faster. Sand is a surprisingly nice substance to get fucked into, yielding and supporting at the same time. Hotaru gasps with every thrust, clinging to his broad shoulders as he takes full control from her hands, something she has so rarely allowed someone to do. It's fantastic, and the whimpers and moans fucked out of her with each motion is a clear sign of that.
It's a slow start, and she writhes where they're connected, the dragging sensation against her walls making her blood heated. Before she has a real chance to object, to spin them around and take control or encourage him to change his pace, he is already seemingly reading her mind as his hips thrust faster. Sand is a surprisingly nice substance to get fucked into, yielding and supporting at the same time. Hotaru gasps with every thrust, clinging to his broad shoulders as he takes full control from her hands, something she has so rarely allowed someone to do. It's fantastic, and the whimpers and moans fucked out of her with each motion is a clear sign of that.
You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
