Holding her folded up body was all he could do. He knew she needed rest and respite . Her closed eyes , long curly hair covering the cleavage and the red lace bra showing hints of her areola .
He stopped watching , in his underpants and uncovered chest. To look at him you weren’t sure what his thoughts were. Conflicted perhaps .Here , his veins and lean muscle popping showed his athletic physique.
His round ass and strong legs bent. Breathing and walking was becoming more difficult but he needed to focus , focus on her and taking care of her needs and giving her what she most desperately needed.
He loved to give and give. His love language . He felt himself hard to feel her inner thighs, and her hands gripping his long black anime hair – bakusaki lingered, looking at her cleavage and imagining her body riding his
Grabbing his fleshy cock under the sweat of the elastic waist band gave him relief momentarily . He had laid her down on the corner of the bed, her eyes closed and hands splayed above, one leg on the floor, giving him a glimpse of how wet she was . He was afraid to touch her but maybe he could….and his mind wandered back to moments earlier
Standing there laying her down, the brown areoles and sweat called for him sweetly until there he stood , clutching her tightly with his face pressed between her soft lovely fleshy melons. They felt like soft pillows calling for his tongue to explore. He glided his tongue over the lace bra until he felt them respond to his soft tongue
The sweet smell of tangy sweat clung to his nose as he felt her hands hand pull on him quietly while a soft guttural moan escaped from inside her dreams
He Trembled until he pulled away until There he stood growing hard for her naked sweaty skin gliding over his.
Eyes closed he felt the ooze of precum drip onto his sweaty palm. Breathing he took in her in. A Venus of a woman, curves upon curves barely covered by her bright red underwear. Her left leg draped off the bed, as she slept. Her wide hips and full ass pulled in her thong.
He felt His cock purr for her as he nonchalantly rubbed the tip , teasing it as she liked to do, watching it jump and move like magic. He pulled his black spandex half briefs down until they dropped to the floor and left him one hand on his cock, naked for her if she were to open her eyes. Naked and playing.
Outside the sounds of Tokyo crashed the distance against the soft sounds of desire within these walls.
He looked in the mirror . For as old as he was , perhaps hundreds of years old by now, he never did keep track ,he felt his most powerful . He was learning to let in and his mind and body were becoming stronger .
His long thick curved cock was free to explore her worlds. His chest was taut from carrying her after she passed out. He knew his strength surprised her as much as it did him. He wanted her to take him in.
See him in the mirror stroking and the dimples on his ass suck on as he pushed himself into their soft fleshy dreams
His hand worked himself until the tip of the penis curved up at him, begging him to taste. “You are right little bakusaki …” he said to his attentive friend and dropped to his knees.
Kneeling on his haunches he looked like a hunter stalking his prey. The curve of her hips and the meat of her thighs begged to be touched. Placing a finger on her toe he slowly traced, ever so slightly a path to where he had placed his head . Inches from her red satin he took a deep breathe in and smelt her excitement. His breathing growing deeper as his finger traced further up her calf, to her knee and up her thigh.
He felt her shift ever so slightly until his mouth and nose were poised just above his finger as it traced circles around the camel toe. Reaching over fleshy ridges below the fabric he felt her hips moving side to side . Just lightly enough to know she wanted more but didn’t want to wake up from their dream
He watched and hovered for her scent
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