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The desk groaned in protest as Yukio guided Kei onto all fours, his hands molding her body into perfect submission. Her forearms flattened against the cool wood, fingers splaying for balance as he adjusted her posture with firm touches. Twin-tails cascaded down her back, the silken strands brushing against skin still flushed from their earlier coupling.
"Beautiful," Yukio murmured, his palm gliding down the dip of her spine before settling on the plush curve of her ass.
Kei shivered when his fingers dipped between her thighs, gathering the slickness that coated her inner folds.
The lewd sound of his fingers sliding through her arousal made her toes curl against the floor.
"Still dripping for me," he observed, voice thick with satisfaction. "Even after being fucked so thoroughly."
Before she could respond, his hand drew back—and came down sharply on her right cheek.
SMACK!
"Ah! Yukio—!"
The impact sent a jolt through her entire body, the sting blooming into heat almost instantly. A second slap followed, this time on her left side, the crisp sound reverberating through the room.
SMACK!
Kei's fingers scrambled against the wood, her back arching instinctively as the delicious burn spread through her.
"Nnngh... too much..."
But her hips pushed back anyway, silently begging for more despite her weak protest.
Yukio chuckled darkly, kneading the reddened flesh with his fingertips. "Your body always betrays you," he mused, his other hand guiding his cock to her dripping entrance. "This pretty ass lifts so eagerly."
The swollen head caught on her sensitive folds, stretching them obscenely before he sheathed himself fully in one smooth thrust.
Kei's breath left her in a rush, her vision blurring at the sudden fullness.
"F-Full...!"
Yukio's hands settled on her hips, his grip firm enough to leave bruises as he established a punishing rhythm. Each snap of his pelvis sent shockwaves through her oversensitive body, her swollen clit rubbing against the desk with every movement.
THRUST! THRUST! THRUST!
His fingers wandered lower, tracing the delicate skin of her back before his thumb found her puckered entrance, circling lightly.
"Nnngh?! N-not there—!"
"Shh," he soothed, even as his cock pistoned into her mercilessly. "Just testing your limits."
The dual stimulation—his thick length stretching her well-used pussy while his thumb teased her untouched rim—sent electric sparks up her spine.
"A-AAAH! I-I'm—!"
Her climax crashed over her without warning, juices gushing around his pounding cock in hot pulses.
SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
Yukio's groan vibrated through her back as her walls clenched viciously around him. "Perfect... milking me so well..."
As Kei trembled through her aftershocks, Yukio's teeth found the delicate junction where her neck met her shoulder—sinking in with precise pressure that walked the razor's edge between pleasure and pain.
"Nnngh…"
"Mine," he growled against her sweat-slick skin, his thrusts turning deeper, more possessive.
Kei's mind swam with endorphins, her thoughts dissolving into fragmented pleas:
More... deeper... yours...
His hands slid forward to intertwine with hers, pinning her palms flat against the desk as he adjusted his angle to strike that perfect spot inside her.
"Feel how perfectly you take me?" he panted, his voice roughened with arousal yet carrying an unexpected tenderness. "Like your body was shaped just for mine."
The obscene wet sounds of their joining filled the room, mingling with Kei's breathy whimpers.
"O-only... yours..." she managed between gasps, the admission sending a pleased rumble through Yukio's chest.
His rhythm grew erratic, his cock swelling inside her as his control slipped.
"Marking you properly," he warned, nipping at her earlobe. "Inside and out."
Kei's nails scored the desk's surface as she felt him pulse within her, his impending release triggering her own second climax.
"C-Cumming—!"
Their mingled cries filled the air as Yukio spilled deep, his hips stuttering through each thick pulse.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Before Kei could catch her breath, strong arms slid beneath her knees and shoulders, lifting her effortlessly. The world tilted as Yukio carried her to the bed, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist during the short journey.
The mattress dipped beneath them as he laid her down, immediately guiding her knees toward her shoulders in a deep mating press.
His cock speared into her well-used pussy with a wet schlorp, the swollen head bumping her cervix on the first thrust.
"Nnngh♡... s-so deep...!"
"Eyes on me," he commanded, his voice rough with something dangerously close to reverence.
Kei's purple eyes fluttered open, meeting his darkened gaze as he began moving with deliberate, powerful strokes.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Though the pace was relentless, his hands cradled her face with startling gentleness, his thumbs wiping away tears of overstimulation.
"Beautiful," he murmured between thrusts, his usual smirk softened into something unbearably fond. "Taking me so perfectly even when you're spent."
Her heart clenched even as her body burned.
"Y-Yukio... I... l-love..."
The confession dissolved into a scream as her third climax tore through her, her walls milking him desperately.
Yukio's control shattered.
"Fuck—!"
His roar joined hers as he spilled deep, his hips stuttering through each thick pulse.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
In the hazy aftermath, Yukio gathered Kei against his chest, their sweat-slick bodies still intertwined. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine as they both floated down from their highs, the occasional aftershock making her twitch against him.
After long moments of comfortable silence, he gently guided her head downward.
"Clean me up," he murmured, voice husky with post-coital satisfaction.
Kei hesitated only a second before her tongue peeked out, lapping tentatively at their mixed fluids glistening on his softening length.
"Nnn... tastes like us..." she mumbled, her cheeks flushing even as she continued her ministrations with increasing enthusiasm.
Yukio's chuckle vibrated through her as he carded fingers through her disheveled hair.
"My perfect girl," he praised, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. The kiss he pressed to her forehead was so tender it made her chest ache.
As exhaustion finally claimed her, Kei nuzzled into his chest with a sleepy murmur:
"Stay... until I fall asleep?"
His arms tightened around her in answer, his lips brushing her temple.
"As long as you need."
The last thing she felt before drifting off was his fingers tracing idle patterns between her shoulder blades—a silent promise in the dark.
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