[Scratches are still scratches, stinging reminders, pain adding an edge to Satan's own enjoyment; he lets out a noise that's half moan half laugh, jostling Akira around on his lap for reasons that are going to be blatantly obvious in a second.
When, y'know. Something hard and damp and, uh, spiked in a nsfw way starts sliding up against Akira's ribcage, rubbing gently with the momentum of each spank. Ah, well. Hm. That's not what his dick looks like otherwise, promise.]
Shit, look at you go. For a skinny little runt, you're getting really into it. Beautiful. [Another rumbling noise, another spank, and he rubs his claw against every surface he possibly can in that greedy, wet mouth, threatening to push too deep and invoke the gag reflex (does Akira even have one) (i leave it to the scholar).]
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When, y'know. Something hard and damp and, uh, spiked in a nsfw way starts sliding up against Akira's ribcage, rubbing gently with the momentum of each spank. Ah, well. Hm. That's not what his dick looks like otherwise, promise.]
Shit, look at you go. For a skinny little runt, you're getting really into it. Beautiful. [Another rumbling noise, another spank, and he rubs his claw against every surface he possibly can in that greedy, wet mouth, threatening to push too deep and invoke the gag reflex (does Akira even have one) (i leave it to the scholar).]