[Look, man, bullet vibes are rarely bigger than eggs!
One of the greatest contributions to his self-control is that he knows if he takes over, Noriko might get injured--probably nothing worse than a bruise, but still.]
Sorry...
[Her neck isn't really something he was intentionally aiming for, anyway. He's quite content to wrap around her chest instead. But his arms wrap around the pillow under his head as he enjoys the ride--letting out a series of gentle groans as his tentacle slides--to Noriko's rhythm--against his prostate and internal testicles. It's not a very violent fuck, but it would be a smooth and easy ride to orgasm.
If the doorbell hadn't rang at that precise moment.
It all happens so quickly. The very second the loud electronic doorbell sound rings through the apartment, Noriko will discover what he meant by 'something bad' earlier, because she gets a good blast of ink against her midsection and hips and the segment of tentacle wrapped around them. The tentacles wrapped around her tighten--not in a painful way, but certainly unescapable, especially when the large suction cups that could apparently rip flesh off are attached to her now.
Thankfully, he's not trying to tear her apart, just hold on for dear life. The spooked look on his face is unapologetically present while he tries to figure out why the hell his doorbell went off.
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One of the greatest contributions to his self-control is that he knows if he takes over, Noriko might get injured--probably nothing worse than a bruise, but still.]
Sorry...
[Her neck isn't really something he was intentionally aiming for, anyway. He's quite content to wrap around her chest instead. But his arms wrap around the pillow under his head as he enjoys the ride--letting out a series of gentle groans as his tentacle slides--to Noriko's rhythm--against his prostate and internal testicles. It's not a very violent fuck, but it would be a smooth and easy ride to orgasm.
If the doorbell hadn't rang at that precise moment.
It all happens so quickly. The very second the loud electronic doorbell sound rings through the apartment, Noriko will discover what he meant by 'something bad' earlier, because she gets a good blast of ink against her midsection and hips and the segment of tentacle wrapped around them. The tentacles wrapped around her tighten--not in a painful way, but certainly unescapable, especially when the large suction cups that could apparently rip flesh off are attached to her now.
Thankfully, he's not trying to tear her apart, just hold on for dear life. The spooked look on his face is unapologetically present while he tries to figure out why the hell his doorbell went off.
In the middle of sex, too!]