[ She doesn't think she's ever heard him go so long without mouthing off and saying something.
Tsukuyo lets herself be pulled close, although for some reason, even though he can stare at her less from this angle, it's almost more embarrassing. It's almost too intimate to her - not that this whole thing isn't anyway but she doesn't want to acknowledge how good it feels being pressed against him like this or how good his lips feel.
She can tell he's close already... Honestly she hadn't exactly come into this expecting a marathon. But she can at least get something out of this for herself before he decides to collapse in a heap then wander off and go get a pudding cup from the fridge or whatever the hell he usually does after this...
This position is good for friction but at this point she knows how to move herself to get more out of it. The way she presses her hips more flush against his and grinds herself harder against him probably isn't going to do anything whatsoever to help him last longer, even if he had the motivation to do that but hey, once she can feel that tell-tale heat building between her legs then she doesn't really care if he's about to blow his load and collapse already. Even if she's doing most of the work to get herself there.
Tsukuyo lets herself moan, eventually - something that sounds vaguely like the word "Fuck" as she digs her fingers into one of his shoulders and lets that heat wash over her. ]
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Tsukuyo lets herself be pulled close, although for some reason, even though he can stare at her less from this angle, it's almost more embarrassing. It's almost too intimate to her - not that this whole thing isn't anyway but she doesn't want to acknowledge how good it feels being pressed against him like this or how good his lips feel.
She can tell he's close already... Honestly she hadn't exactly come into this expecting a marathon. But she can at least get something out of this for herself before he decides to collapse in a heap then wander off and go get a pudding cup from the fridge or whatever the hell he usually does after this...
This position is good for friction but at this point she knows how to move herself to get more out of it. The way she presses her hips more flush against his and grinds herself harder against him probably isn't going to do anything whatsoever to help him last longer, even if he had the motivation to do that but hey, once she can feel that tell-tale heat building between her legs then she doesn't really care if he's about to blow his load and collapse already. Even if she's doing most of the work to get herself there.
Tsukuyo lets herself moan, eventually - something that sounds vaguely like the word "Fuck" as she digs her fingers into one of his shoulders and lets that heat wash over her. ]