[ Just do what feels best...? Harder, huh? Masaomi's eyes change up a little, becoming a little bit harder and he smirks. Something that feels best and something harder. The fact was that he wasn't holding back that much now, or at least not in any way that he can control on a cognitive level. Rather, it's an emotional level.
Because right now, through his whole drunken haze, he finds himself reconnecting with where he was earlier in the night when he accepted Emily's invitation. He wishes that he was with his own mate, that he was kissing her at midnight and fucking her the whole way there. Some strangely pitched noise comes up in his throat and it turns into a growl, and Masaomi decides that for this moment, missing Nariko, he can just imagine.
And so he picks up the pace, driving in harder, and now actively doesn't care for it it'll hurt Jello Girl a little more to force her forward or drive too hard into the depths of her body. And more than that, licking her lips, he makes a certain promise- ]
I'm going to turn you into a brainless buttslut whore!
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Because right now, through his whole drunken haze, he finds himself reconnecting with where he was earlier in the night when he accepted Emily's invitation. He wishes that he was with his own mate, that he was kissing her at midnight and fucking her the whole way there. Some strangely pitched noise comes up in his throat and it turns into a growl, and Masaomi decides that for this moment, missing Nariko, he can just imagine.
And so he picks up the pace, driving in harder, and now actively doesn't care for it it'll hurt Jello Girl a little more to force her forward or drive too hard into the depths of her body. And more than that, licking her lips, he makes a certain promise- ]
I'm going to turn you into a brainless buttslut whore!