[ fuck. yeah, ichiro can't hold this back much longer. his hips shift forward, the motions small enough not to disrupt her too much, but when roxy's tongue strokes over the tip of his dick as he's that deep in her mouth, it's too much.
his body convulses and ichiro shudders, swearing and doing just as he was asked. with a low-- ] Roxy-- [ from his chest, ichiro's hips push forward and he comes, fingers drawing tight in her hair, just barely conscious enough to keep himself from choking her. if she wants to take her mouth off of him (and end up with it on her face), ichiro's not so much in the driver's seat as he is along for the ride. he cusses again, head tilted back, all of the tension flooding out of his muscles as the orgasm winds through him.
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his body convulses and ichiro shudders, swearing and doing just as he was asked. with a low-- ] Roxy-- [ from his chest, ichiro's hips push forward and he comes, fingers drawing tight in her hair, just barely conscious enough to keep himself from choking her. if she wants to take her mouth off of him (and end up with it on her face), ichiro's not so much in the driver's seat as he is along for the ride. he cusses again, head tilted back, all of the tension flooding out of his muscles as the orgasm winds through him.
god damn. let him get his brains back in order. ]