... what he was doing to her? Her thighs trembled, and Ichigo smirked.
“Anxious?” He asked, though it wasn’t meant to be answered. Instead, his lip settled upon her thigh, trailing his tongue across the meaty flesh before moving his face over her sweet center. He took pride in knowing he was the one who got her so wet. Cupping her thighs in his hand, he gave no warning as he brought his tongue out to lap at her molten hot slit. He put pressure into his licks, moving between the folds where his lips encased her swollen, pulsing clit.
Yoruichi couldn’t help herself, she screamed out in pleasure as she felt her orgasm ripping through her. Fuck foreplay! She wanted him now. Pulling him up, she crashed her lips to his own, tasting herself upon his lips. She paid no attention to the smirk forming on his lips as she pulled away long enough for him to rid himself of his boxer-shorts.
Positioning himself at her entrance, Ichigo purposely pressed the head of his cock against her opening, making her arch and fidget. His hands held her hips in place, she couldn’t progress this even if she wanted to.
“Easy, Yoruichi.” He murmured, slowly easing his long length into her hot canal. A long, shuddering, sexy moan filled the room as she arched her...