Yes, my good boy. Just like that, you infuriating creature.
[ Kaoru's thighs are softer than they have any right to be. Physically speaking, these legs are one of Kaoru's finest attributes (though certainly not the finest; Ainosuke would topple empires for that stunning face). Long, shapely, smooth, pale. Fucking between them is very nearly as sweet as burying his cock in that greedy hole, and at the moment, Ainosuke can't decide which he likes better. Perhaps it's weighted unfairly. He's still achingly sensitive, overstimulated, shaking against a pleasure like wildfire stinging across every nerve.
And he won't be the only one enjoying this agony. Ainosuke guides Kaoru's hips away from the counter and angles him up enough to slip one hand beneath. Stroking Kaoru's cock may be equal parts kindness and torture at this juncture; his tight grip, the thumb pressing over and over Kaoru's slick head, all to coax him back to nigh-unbearable arousal under Ainosuke's touch. ]
Mm, do you know, I think I'll defile you like this at my next fundraising event. [ Ainosuke practically purrs, shivering through each slide of his cock between Kaoru's thighs, humming through each stroke. ] Parade you around like my pretty toy all night. Bend you over a counter in the restroom, hike up your kimono, and fuck these beautiful thighs. Make you wear my cum on your legs for the rest of the evening while we're meeting with lobbyists. How would you like that, my sweet blossom?
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[ Kaoru's thighs are softer than they have any right to be. Physically speaking, these legs are one of Kaoru's finest attributes (though certainly not the finest; Ainosuke would topple empires for that stunning face). Long, shapely, smooth, pale. Fucking between them is very nearly as sweet as burying his cock in that greedy hole, and at the moment, Ainosuke can't decide which he likes better. Perhaps it's weighted unfairly. He's still achingly sensitive, overstimulated, shaking against a pleasure like wildfire stinging across every nerve.
And he won't be the only one enjoying this agony. Ainosuke guides Kaoru's hips away from the counter and angles him up enough to slip one hand beneath. Stroking Kaoru's cock may be equal parts kindness and torture at this juncture; his tight grip, the thumb pressing over and over Kaoru's slick head, all to coax him back to nigh-unbearable arousal under Ainosuke's touch. ]
Mm, do you know, I think I'll defile you like this at my next fundraising event. [ Ainosuke practically purrs, shivering through each slide of his cock between Kaoru's thighs, humming through each stroke. ] Parade you around like my pretty toy all night. Bend you over a counter in the restroom, hike up your kimono, and fuck these beautiful thighs. Make you wear my cum on your legs for the rest of the evening while we're meeting with lobbyists. How would you like that, my sweet blossom?