[ He really does get a great view of her tits. And between the candy canes and mistletoe hanging off them, the older man tries to think of what would sound cool, even as she's bouncing like a desperate slut on top of him. He reaches one hand up to run through his hair - only to once more hit the receding hairline he seems to keep being in denial about. His glasses are fogging up a little from both of their hot breaths.
... Okay just- ] Merry Christmas!
[ That was not a cool line. but at least he could work his mushroom of a penis inside of her, having the large head scrape these wanting parts of her ]
[ Yamato has some clarity of mind ( honestly, it's shocking how clear his mind is, flooded with lust and information like this he still finds his mind going a million miles a minute - was this how his father lived? ) to know that was ambiguous, and maybe even a little disappointing in comparison to the promises that Junko had made about herself and about her mother. If he was Koji or their father, he might have told her to do better! But he was Yamato, and even in this state and with this newfound power and frame of mind, the boy doesn't have it in him to directly tell her that her promises and dirty talk sucked in this instance.
... But he does make a little whining noise which might sound a bit disappointed, that one just happened regardless of what he intended.
But he doesn't let up on fucking her, and there is no let up in his scent either. The boy's thick cock grinds inside of her, throbbing and maybe even giving the illusion that it somehow, impossibly, grew a little bit bigger, got even fuller inside of her. And Yamato lets go for her hair to instead slide both hands down her front to grab hold of both tits ]
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... Okay just- ] Merry Christmas!
[ That was not a cool line. but at least he could work his mushroom of a penis inside of her, having the large head scrape these wanting parts of her ]
[ Yamato has some clarity of mind ( honestly, it's shocking how clear his mind is, flooded with lust and information like this he still finds his mind going a million miles a minute - was this how his father lived? ) to know that was ambiguous, and maybe even a little disappointing in comparison to the promises that Junko had made about herself and about her mother. If he was Koji or their father, he might have told her to do better! But he was Yamato, and even in this state and with this newfound power and frame of mind, the boy doesn't have it in him to directly tell her that her promises and dirty talk sucked in this instance.
... But he does make a little whining noise which might sound a bit disappointed, that one just happened regardless of what he intended.
But he doesn't let up on fucking her, and there is no let up in his scent either. The boy's thick cock grinds inside of her, throbbing and maybe even giving the illusion that it somehow, impossibly, grew a little bit bigger, got even fuller inside of her. And Yamato lets go for her hair to instead slide both hands down her front to grab hold of both tits ]