[ He loves, loves romanticism. He would love nothing more than to be gentle and tender with her, he would like nothing more than to curl up with her and talk politely to her, he would love to brush her hair and he would love to kiss the sides of her cheeks, brush her hair and speak nothings to her. They can get married, that was the plan, right? Get married, go to the same college...
But Junko wasn't that girl.
He knew that now. She liked rough and brutal men, uncouth mongrels like her father and like that fucker on the phone - Rin, probably? - and so he needed to compromise, he needed to emulate them, at least a little, and meet them in the middle. This is where he was right now, and this is why he was rough and disorienting with her. And this is why, ultimately, he gets his cock out and rams it up into her cunt without much hesitation.
... Is it a little bigger than it was before? At least it's harder. ]
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But Junko wasn't that girl.
He knew that now. She liked rough and brutal men, uncouth mongrels like her father and like that fucker on the phone - Rin, probably? - and so he needed to compromise, he needed to emulate them, at least a little, and meet them in the middle. This is where he was right now, and this is why he was rough and disorienting with her. And this is why, ultimately, he gets his cock out and rams it up into her cunt without much hesitation.
... Is it a little bigger than it was before? At least it's harder. ]