[ Oh, he won't hurry her. He loves her attention, he loves the feel of her and the way that she's capable of conveying so much to him just in how she sucks him off - the delicate attention that she pays to him. He moans a little, brushing the side of her head and allowing her to set her own pace for now. After all, she was languishing over the best cock. And it was clearly puffing out her cheeks ...
And Masaomi really must've either already been outside but not somewhere obvious, be fucking Veronica (he's not), or went to the backyard from out the front for some reason, because he doesn't walk past/walk in at that moment. Nor does Nathan, which is good. Tom didn't either so he must still feel sick!
No, the one who walks in, opening the sliding door and closing it behind her overly hard once she sees what's in here is... Olivia ]
Oh come on what the fuck?!
[ That was her. And Yamato doesn't even know how to respond. Or if he should. ]
I'm so sorry by the way (sort of)
And Masaomi really must've either already been outside but not somewhere obvious, be fucking Veronica (he's not), or went to the backyard from out the front for some reason, because he doesn't walk past/walk in at that moment. Nor does Nathan, which is good. Tom didn't either so he must still feel sick!
No, the one who walks in, opening the sliding door and closing it behind her overly hard once she sees what's in here is... Olivia ]
Oh come on what the fuck?!
[ That was her. And Yamato doesn't even know how to respond. Or if he should. ]