[She's one of the few people here who are constantly on his mind. It'd be embarrassing in any other place, maybe, just how much he wants to be with her. She's his first friend here. Was his first partner here. They agreed to try things with each other, and maybe that's why he craves her touch so much. He just wants her.
Kazuya gasp, brings his free hand up so that he can bite his thumb as he strokes himself delicately, trying to mimic the ways she does it all while failing so miserably. How can he be so bad at something he likes so much? It's just not the same.
He bites down on his hand a little harder, trying to pace himself even as his hips twitch upwards into his hand. There's no need to really restrain himself here. He's not setting out to keep still for her. He doesn't have to worry about bucking his hips too hard, too fast.
How pathetic.
He greedily gulps down air, slowing the motion of his hand before he goes overboard. He wants-
To snap a picture of himself, just how flushed he is. Sweaty. Fully body with him biting his hand while his other grasps his cock, his eyelids are half closed as he looks up at the camera, shirt half hiked and his pants only around one leg as he sends it to her.
How did he take such a picture? Irrelevant, isn't it? He wants her to know what she's done to him. What she's reduced him to, all without ever even touching him.]
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[She's one of the few people here who are constantly on his mind. It'd be embarrassing in any other place, maybe, just how much he wants to be with her. She's his first friend here. Was his first partner here. They agreed to try things with each other, and maybe that's why he craves her touch so much. He just wants her.
Kazuya gasp, brings his free hand up so that he can bite his thumb as he strokes himself delicately, trying to mimic the ways she does it all while failing so miserably. How can he be so bad at something he likes so much? It's just not the same.
He bites down on his hand a little harder, trying to pace himself even as his hips twitch upwards into his hand. There's no need to really restrain himself here. He's not setting out to keep still for her. He doesn't have to worry about bucking his hips too hard, too fast.
How pathetic.
He greedily gulps down air, slowing the motion of his hand before he goes overboard. He wants-
To snap a picture of himself, just how flushed he is. Sweaty. Fully body with him biting his hand while his other grasps his cock, his eyelids are half closed as he looks up at the camera, shirt half hiked and his pants only around one leg as he sends it to her.
How did he take such a picture? Irrelevant, isn't it? He wants her to know what she's done to him. What she's reduced him to, all without ever even touching him.]