[ Rin has a dick. Why does Rin have a d -- it's this fucking game, isn't it. This game gave her a dick. So it doesn't count that it's so big. Bigger than him, probably, judging by the way the fabric of her underwear's stretched against it? Yeah, that doesn't mean anything at all, that the shape of her looks so ... daunting. -- not in a bad way! Just ...
-- whatever word he might have been searching for to cap off that sentence escapes from his mind when Rin's lips feather against his once more, and Fuuta has to blink little flickers of light out of his eyes. It's anticipation, he thinks, a heady sort of excitement that's making his legs weak, and he ends up sinking to his knees without much protest when that hand presses down at his shoulder. ]
Fine? Sure. S-since you asked properly ...
[ He's trying to answer as coolly as possible, but that's not very cool at all when he can feel his heart hammering away in his chest, his pulse almost echoing in his ears. And even if he scowls up at Rin, the furrow of his brow isn't enough to offset the furious blush to his cheeks -- and the way his visible eye widens when he tugs down the fabric of her panties and her erection springs free.
Embarrassingly, all he can do for a moment is stare in obvious awe, parted lips pursing just so he can swallow thickly. Then Fuuta closes his eye as he acts on instinct -- craning his head up and opening his mouth, the heat of his tongue dragging a short ways up the underside of her length before the warmth of his mouth encloses around the flushed tip. ]
no subject
-- whatever word he might have been searching for to cap off that sentence escapes from his mind when Rin's lips feather against his once more, and Fuuta has to blink little flickers of light out of his eyes. It's anticipation, he thinks, a heady sort of excitement that's making his legs weak, and he ends up sinking to his knees without much protest when that hand presses down at his shoulder. ]
Fine? Sure. S-since you asked properly ...
[ He's trying to answer as coolly as possible, but that's not very cool at all when he can feel his heart hammering away in his chest, his pulse almost echoing in his ears. And even if he scowls up at Rin, the furrow of his brow isn't enough to offset the furious blush to his cheeks -- and the way his visible eye widens when he tugs down the fabric of her panties and her erection springs free.
Embarrassingly, all he can do for a moment is stare in obvious awe, parted lips pursing just so he can swallow thickly. Then Fuuta closes his eye as he acts on instinct -- craning his head up and opening his mouth, the heat of his tongue dragging a short ways up the underside of her length before the warmth of his mouth encloses around the flushed tip. ]