[His name on her lips like that makes him smile against the crook of her neck, relishing how delicious it sounds to hear her moan it. Electricity sparks through him as his pants are undone, her hand sliding downward, slipping into his undergarments. The warmth of her hand wrapping around him by itself is already sending him down a well of desire, anticipation rising within him.
Pulling his head back, he grins as she manages to free him, enjoying her reaction to him. He's not unaware of his own size, and he can't wait to pleasure her in return with it, and in other ways, too. He has no doubt that she'll be able to satisfy him.]
I hope that won't be an issue.
[Cocky as always, his eyes meet hers, a dangerous challenge given who's hand is around who's shaft here. Though his arrogant attitude gets cut off the minute she starts to stroke him, his jaw slacking and his eyes fluttering shut, a quiet moan being drawn out. A hand comes up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing and massaging it as desire takes over, pleasure racing through his system and arcing through his spine.
All he can see is her against the darkness of his eyelids, and it's all he wants to see.]
Ha...Yoimiya, that feels great.
[Tartaglia moans again, a little louder this time, an affirmation that what she's doing is making him feel wonderful.]
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Pulling his head back, he grins as she manages to free him, enjoying her reaction to him. He's not unaware of his own size, and he can't wait to pleasure her in return with it, and in other ways, too. He has no doubt that she'll be able to satisfy him.]
I hope that won't be an issue.
[Cocky as always, his eyes meet hers, a dangerous challenge given who's hand is around who's shaft here. Though his arrogant attitude gets cut off the minute she starts to stroke him, his jaw slacking and his eyes fluttering shut, a quiet moan being drawn out. A hand comes up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing and massaging it as desire takes over, pleasure racing through his system and arcing through his spine.
All he can see is her against the darkness of his eyelids, and it's all he wants to see.]
Ha...Yoimiya, that feels great.
[Tartaglia moans again, a little louder this time, an affirmation that what she's doing is making him feel wonderful.]