Brad 2 Hoshi

<i>The beat of her chest was heavy on his ears, as the adrenaline and growing lust was thick in the air. "Hoshiko... I'm going to call you Hoshi... I'm sure everyone does..." It was a simple conclusion, but that was what they were best known for -- simplicity. At the moment, he didn't care whether she wanted to elaborate on that or not, as his focus was on the soon-to-come ravaging of the woman. When her lips fell, his own came to catch them, this time twice as intense as before. But it lacked the brutality, instead replaced with boiling self-confidence, tiers molding against tiers. His head would involuntarily tilt, turning slightly so that both of their necks were revealed to each other. It was that vulnerability revealed that proved his newfound trust in her. "Hmmh..." Was that a challenge? Would this be their relationship, an ebb and flow of challenges from one to the other? He <b>adored</b> the sound of that. Grinning wide into the kiss, he could feel that thick ass of hers -c-
<i>grinding into his lap and, by chance, against that thick, monstrous thing he called a cock. It stood now, the curve of its uncut glory seeming to press perfectly into her cheeks. Hoshi would find herself suddenly thrown onto her front on the couch, his hands slipping to the front of her thighs to raise that heavenly rear into the air, and give it one more slap. "You might come to regret that, Hoshi..." he growled, one hand taking hold of his shaft and guiding it to her sex, pressing that engorged tip against it. It wouldn't be long before he was slowly splitting her open -- the thing had to be eleven inches long, let alone four inches thick, and covered in veins. His testes and scrotum were heavy with Warg seed; he'd not had sex in a few weeks