[The whole world spins when his eyes close, he hadn't realized how drunk he really was, it's no wonder he hadn't thought to use any protection while he fucked Yoimiya. But god, he feels so good, and he made her feel good, and that's all that matters to him right now in this drunken haze he finds himself in. His head flops to the side when he feels the gentle brush of her fingertips across his, eyes cracking open to see the entire room spin around him while his eyes focus on her.
The sight of her resting there, golden locks adorning her face, her breath short as she tries to catch it is so charming. The glow on his chest, which hasn't dimmed since they started to have sex, takes on a softer glow as he gazes over at her. She's not just sexy, she's stunning, gorgeous, a picture perfect sight that any guy would die to be able to see. If his pupils could become heart-shaped, they would right now- the view he has here from his spot on the couch renders him speechless for a moment, her words settling into his heart and his imagination running wild at her proposition.
He would let her suck him off anytime she wanted. Those plump, lovely lips of hers wrapping around his cock...if he weren't so exhausted the thought alone would make him harder than a rock.]
I wouldn't mind at all. I'm single...so there's nothing stopping us.
[His fingers twine with hers now, tugging lightly on her hand to shift over and lean up against him. He wants to feel her warmth, the closeness of her body against his. It's not something he can explain and he doesn't understand why, but all he needs and wants for is her. Like there's something inside of him pushing him towards her.
Ah, it must be our marks doing this to us again, he drunkenly thinks to himself, but in his intoxicated mind, that's fine. Logic has no place here, he'd rather just drown in Yoimiya and forget the stress of the day anyhow.]
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The sight of her resting there, golden locks adorning her face, her breath short as she tries to catch it is so charming. The glow on his chest, which hasn't dimmed since they started to have sex, takes on a softer glow as he gazes over at her. She's not just sexy, she's stunning, gorgeous, a picture perfect sight that any guy would die to be able to see. If his pupils could become heart-shaped, they would right now- the view he has here from his spot on the couch renders him speechless for a moment, her words settling into his heart and his imagination running wild at her proposition.
He would let her suck him off anytime she wanted. Those plump, lovely lips of hers wrapping around his cock...if he weren't so exhausted the thought alone would make him harder than a rock.]
I wouldn't mind at all. I'm single...so there's nothing stopping us.
[His fingers twine with hers now, tugging lightly on her hand to shift over and lean up against him. He wants to feel her warmth, the closeness of her body against his. It's not something he can explain and he doesn't understand why, but all he needs and wants for is her. Like there's something inside of him pushing him towards her.
Ah, it must be our marks doing this to us again, he drunkenly thinks to himself, but in his intoxicated mind, that's fine. Logic has no place here, he'd rather just drown in Yoimiya and forget the stress of the day anyhow.]