thinkin about geto who loves for you to pull on his long hair as he‘s eating you out. it turns him on a lot more than he thought it would. as soon as he‘s bringing you towards your third climax of the night, you’re whining from the way he’s slurping you clean— slowly, with his tongue, making sure to not miss a single spot. geto’s nose deep, you feel the tip of soft cartilage brush against your folds, making you cry out a soft moan. “s-suguru fuckkk….” and that’s when he feels a cute yank on his darkened black strands— he pauses to look up at you, slick glistening his pink lips before he has a smug grin. “you’re quite rough, aren’t you princess?” he hums in a low smooth voice— and you shiver, feeling him teasingly run a thumb down your slit. you pant, wanting him to continue. “. . sorry..” you whined, and as you spoke— you felt geto start to coat the very plushness of your thighs with sweet kisses, he was so tender and gentle, yet his tongue was the opposite since it could have you whining out his name all night. “aww. don’t apologize, silly girl,” geto hums, going back towards your throbbing heat. he gives it one tiny kiss before glancing up at you with a sly grin. “pull my hair harder, yeah? think you can do that for me while i enjoy my meal, pretty girl?” you stared to pant, cute shaky fingers combing through his hair that was down— gripping onto it softly before nodding, eyes closing for a moment and your voice was so sweet. “y-yeah… yeah suguru.” he hums, nibbling against your bud to make you whimper before chuckling lowly. “good girl. pull hard too. or i’ll have to stop and i know my pretty baby doesn’t want that, hehe.”
