What, like this? That's not gonna reassure her, y'know...?
[ kotone sighs in pleasure, throbbing in return as sasha's walls cling to her for dear life. she grinds her hips forward, slowly, once last time, pushing as deep as she can, every last inch in her clinging depths, tracing her fingers along the bulge in sasha's pale stomach as she catches her breath. she kisses at sasha's neck, bites at her ear, hefts up at those fat, milky tits from below— ]
Or, what, do you wanna show Alisa-chan what she's missing...? [ she rolls her hips, giving her ass a harsh smack as she lets out a giggle. ] Slut. ❤️
[ but kotone sighs, finally starting to pull out—cum escaping more and more around her as she does, before it starts to spill. she palms at her cunt, slipping in two fingers to stir up the mess, before smacking at her labia and pulling away entirely to step out of the shower. if she can't hold herself up, well, the shower has a seat for a reason. kotone starts to pull on the clean t-shirt and shorts she'd brought into the bathroom, glancing to sasha. ]
Guess you should put on a robe or something. Nothing else though, okay? And don't clean yourself up. [ even in the shower, the signs are clear. the bite marks, remnants of kotone's lipstick and sasha's ruined makeup, the bruises, the red hand marks, the disarrayed hair, the cum down sasha's legs—
she's pushing a line here, she knows, as she flashes an easy grin at the older woman. majorly. but they both know full well that sasha loves that treatment. ]
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[ kotone sighs in pleasure, throbbing in return as sasha's walls cling to her for dear life. she grinds her hips forward, slowly, once last time, pushing as deep as she can, every last inch in her clinging depths, tracing her fingers along the bulge in sasha's pale stomach as she catches her breath. she kisses at sasha's neck, bites at her ear, hefts up at those fat, milky tits from below— ]
Or, what, do you wanna show Alisa-chan what she's missing...? [ she rolls her hips, giving her ass a harsh smack as she lets out a giggle. ] Slut. ❤️
[ but kotone sighs, finally starting to pull out—cum escaping more and more around her as she does, before it starts to spill. she palms at her cunt, slipping in two fingers to stir up the mess, before smacking at her labia and pulling away entirely to step out of the shower. if she can't hold herself up, well, the shower has a seat for a reason. kotone starts to pull on the clean t-shirt and shorts she'd brought into the bathroom, glancing to sasha. ]
Guess you should put on a robe or something. Nothing else though, okay? And don't clean yourself up. [ even in the shower, the signs are clear. the bite marks, remnants of kotone's lipstick and sasha's ruined makeup, the bruises, the red hand marks, the disarrayed hair, the cum down sasha's legs—
she's pushing a line here, she knows, as she flashes an easy grin at the older woman. majorly. but they both know full well that sasha loves that treatment. ]
Wanna welcome her home?