[He wouldn't have to wait long she only needed the first syllable, just a little bit of approval to give up entirely. She had messed up, of course, but she had also waited a long, long while and done her best to make up for it, for her perceived weakness. So when she came it was without reservation or concern, it was the same instinctual scream that was often reserved - hell, only possible through - for her mate. There was no guilt nor lingering thoughts, only a loyalty and growing love that would ultimately fit into the very image Yamato lived out in the moment.
Charlotte squirted, making a shameless mess that didn't suit her stepford smile, but certainly went along with her flushed cheeks and the backward grind of her hips. She rode her orgasm out on his cock, still whimpering his title over and over again like a prayer.
Literally no one was paying attention to her, but Junko grinned at them.]
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Charlotte squirted, making a shameless mess that didn't suit her stepford smile, but certainly went along with her flushed cheeks and the backward grind of her hips. She rode her orgasm out on his cock, still whimpering his title over and over again like a prayer.
Literally no one was paying attention to her, but Junko grinned at them.]