[ In a way, it feels like it might be insulting to Junko to not give her some cum. It also feels weird to not say anything, like he should be saying more sweet things or more hot things or issuing more orders. It's possible - probable, really - that he was just overthinking it, unused to things all going well and moving with purpose in the moment after he issues an order. But...
But he should just enjoy this, right? He should. His hands rest on Junko's scale, itching it a little for her as he gently rocks his hips against her. He groans again, somehow feeling like he's been pierced as he happens to see Charlotte's eyes and looks right into them by accident. A goofy grin spreads on his features, and he looks back down at Junko. He murmurs something which wasn't really words, and he then grunts as he breathes out, ]
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But he should just enjoy this, right? He should. His hands rest on Junko's scale, itching it a little for her as he gently rocks his hips against her. He groans again, somehow feeling like he's been pierced as he happens to see Charlotte's eyes and looks right into them by accident. A goofy grin spreads on his features, and he looks back down at Junko. He murmurs something which wasn't really words, and he then grunts as he breathes out, ]
Thank you.