Kuronue whimpered, loosing track of whose hands were where and unable to do much but reach out and touch, be touched. Letting himself indulge in this while he still had some sanity, before his cock drove him to insanity, he turned his head, met lips and skin. His hands slid along soft skin of limb and combed through hair. Eventually his fingers slid inside one of the girls and he listened to her mewls, but then it could have been any of them.
He tried to pull away, to let Mamechan know that he couldn't come, to get her to let him come, but it was like the girls had guessed or fate was working against him. There was hands in his hair, pulling his head back, fingers in his mouth, lips. A tongue greeted his and he moaned. You.. He couldn't finish the thought. There was an image instead, Yukimura cackling evilly.
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He tried to pull away, to let Mamechan know that he couldn't come, to get her to let him come, but it was like the girls had guessed or fate was working against him. There was hands in his hair, pulling his head back, fingers in his mouth, lips. A tongue greeted his and he moaned. You.. He couldn't finish the thought. There was an image instead, Yukimura cackling evilly.