Utsukushii Kare Novels & Stories

When he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, they both groaned. “So tight,” he growled. “So perfect for me.” He began to move in slow, deep strokes that made her feel every ridge and vein. The counter creaked softly beneath them. Yuji reached around to rub her clit while fucking her, whispering filthy endearments in Japanese: “Kimochi ii… your pussy is sucking me in. Such a naughty little waitress, letting me fuck you where you serve tea.” Aiko’s moans grew louder and more broken. “Yuji… harder… please… ahh! Iku… I’m going to cum again!”

“Over here!” Temujin followed her voice and saw her doing the impossible. She was still wearing her yukata, the one that had long, swinging sleeves. With these and her wind manipulation, she was deflecting some of the cannonballs by absorbing their impact and slinging them aside. She was like someone playing bowls, only she was standing on the side of the pins. “We need your Teikiatsujutsu! We need to get out of here fast!” Temujin screamed as he emerged from the hatch.