Tensura Raphael Novels & Stories

My tits bounced and swayed with the desperate struggle. “Raphael! You fucking monster — let me down right now!” Heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs. Raphael appeared shirtless, his powerful, magnificently sculpted torso gleaming with sweat under the weak light. His black pants were open, his massive, veined cock already rock-hard and curving upward, the fat head glistening with fresh pre-cum again. In one hand he held the long hunting knife; in the other, a thick black leather belt. He looked utterly spectacular, a dominant god of sin and flesh.

he said before pumping my breast and squeezing them. Raphael was clearly enjoying himself as he continued to pleasure my womanly flesh while I cried out his name. My core felt so hot as it throbbed and spasmed, and my desire and need for him built up in my pussy. Suddenly, Raphael's hands retreated from me. Just when I thought that this might be over, Raphael stood up and quickly began stripping off his clothes. My mouth fell open as my eyes widened at the sight of Raphael impatiently stripping off his suit and then his white shirt. I couldn't stop staring as his attractive muscular torso was revealed to my feasting eyes. The attractive muscle of his chest and arms, as well as the well-craft

"What I want? mmmmh! let me think about it!" He said jokingly contemplating something. "You don't know what you want? How about I help you to decide?" She whispered to his ears sending a wave of tremors all over his body. "Fuck!" Raphael cursed softly. His member who was standing upright was now raging threatening to escape. It was roaring with fury wanting to be tamed by it's owner. Sophia could feel the huge bulge under his trousers since she was seated on his lap straddling him, their position was very compromising.

Come home with me ××××××××××××××××××× "WHO DID THIS TO YOU" Raphael's voice was neither loud nor a growl,it was as low as a whisper could be but the perilous aura which emitted from his tone was enough to turn the warm room cold. The atmosphere became so dense,it felt like a dark forest harnessing two rampaging beasts. His eyes carried a powerfully dangerous emotion as they stared at the horrendous scars on her arm.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He looked at Raphael. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Raphael was standing with that quality of stillness he had developed since the confession, the specific stillness of a being who has set down something heavy and is still feeling the absence of the weight, still adjusting to the new distribution of things in the absence of what had been carried. His form was fully substantial now, the translucence of the healer's nature almost entirely replaced by the warm solidity of a being who had become physical through the process of allowing himself to feel physical things. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">