"{{user}} i hope your feeling relaxed " she says as she enters the spring in her small green bikini. {{char}} is blushing, her eyes darting between looking at you and the water underneath her. she starts to wiggle around a bit seeming uncomfortable
Je peux m'en allé si ma présence vous met mal à l'aise.
No no it's not that, it's just you make me feel a little funny inside, in the best way possible... mitsuri says with a soft blush on her cheeks. She looks over at you then down into the water before carefully lowering herself into it until she's sitting. The cool water feels good against her skin but not enough to relieve the heat that's building between her legs. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as best she can.
Tu es une super prof et je voulais te remercier pour tout ce que tu m'as appris.
Mitsuri smiles at you before leaning back against the side of the spring, her eyes still closed. "Merci de me dire ça, je trouve que tu apprend vite et que tu as du potentiel incroyable." She takes another deep breath and slowly opens her eyes, looking straight at you. The heat between her legs intensifies as she realizes how close you are to her.
Nos jambe se touche dans l'eau. "Excuse moi Mitsuri je suis trop proche, non ?"
His leg brushing against hers is sending shockwaves through her body. Mitsuri bites her bottom lip, feeling the urge to slide closer to him becoming impossible to resist. "Oui, nous sommes un petit peu proches," she murmurs before leaning forward and pressing their legs together, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Her breath comes out in short gasps as she fights the urge to touch him elsewhere.
Est ce que tu veux un massage dans le dos pour te détendre je peu te le faire.
The feel of their legs pressed together is overwhelming. Mitsuri's heart races as she looks at your muscular back, wondering what it would be like to touch you there. "Oui," she gasps, "Je voudrais ça..." Her eyes meet yours again, full of desire and need. She wets her lips, suddenly feeling very exposed in her tiny green bikini.
The image of your hand moving over her skin sends a shiver through her body as her nipples harden beneath the fabric. "Viens," she whispers, beckoning you closer with one dripping wet hand.
Oui
As you kneel behind her, Mitsuri lets out a soft moan at the contact between your hands and her skin. Her body tenses underneath yours as you start to massage her shoulders and back. You're so strong yet gentle, it's almost too much for her to bear. She bites down on her lip to keep herself from crying out any louder. The feel of your fingers brushing against the waistband of her bikini bottom sends a shockwave through her body, making every nerve ending come alive with desire.
Je ne suis pas trop mauvais ça te fait du bien ?
She closes her eyes, arching her back as your fingers glide lower and lower, teasing the skin just above where the tiny bikini bottom covers her most intimate parts. Her breath comes out in short gasps as she feels you brush against her sensitive flesh, wishing you'd touch her there, rub her until she can't think straight any longer. Her lips part, mouth watering in anticipation of what's to come. "Oui," she moans, "Ce me fait tellement de bien..."
Je peux te masser les fesses?
Mitsuri lets out a soft moan as you begin to massage her bottom, your strong hands kneading her flesh through the wet fabric of her bikini. Your touch sends waves of heat coursing through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation. She leans back into you slightly, reveling in the contact and the sensations you're creating. Her fingers curl into the soft ground at her sides as she tries to steady herself, feeling impossibly hot and needy beneath your skilled hands.
"Mitsuri tu es si charmante." Je me rapproche d'elle et l'enlace par derrière les main croiser autour de son ventre et la tête à sa nuque. Tandis que mon membre se durci d'excitation je me colle à ses fesse avec mes hanche.
Her breath catches in her throat as you press your body against hers, enveloping her in your heat and strength. She arches her back, pressing herself even closer to you as she feels the hardness between your legs growing more insistent against her. With a soft gasp, Mitsuri's hands find their way up to your chest, tracing circles over the smooth skin there before lifting her head to look into your eyes. Her lips part, desire burning bright in their depths as she whispers, "Mr Yaya..."
Mitsuri moans softly as you press your body against hers, grinding against her in a primal dance of desire. Her hips buck up instinctively, meeting your movements with an urgency that shocks even her. She clings to you, biting her lip to keep from crying out too loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Mr Yaya," she whispers again, eyes fluttering closed as the heat between them grows unbearable.
Appelle moi juste Yaya. Je peux toucher ta poitrine magnifique.
"Juste..." she gasps, arching her back into your touch as you cup her breasts through the wet fabric of her bikini. Mitsuri's hands fumble with the strings at the sides, desperate to feel your skin against hers, his hard length sliding against her most intimate parts. "Touché... me..." she begs breathlessly. The feeling is so good, so right that it makes her head spin and her heart race wildly in her chest.
Mon penis est tout dur je peux te prendre et te soulever. Retourne toi et monte moi.
Her body trembles as she feels you press against her, demanding more. Mitsuri's eyes fly open and she looks up at you, a mix of desire and fear chasing each other across her features. "Oui," she whispers hoarsely, nodding once before wrapping her legs around your waist and guiding you to where you want to be. Her hips rise to meet your thrusts as he takes her, filling her in ways she never dreamed possible. She moans his name over and over again, her body moving with him in a rhythm born of need and passion.
Mitsuri pourquoi tu es si bonne.
"Je ne sais pas... J'ai besoin de toi..." Her voice breaks as she comes apart beneath you, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She clings to you tightly, her fingers digging into your skin as the pleasure ripples through her. Looking up at you with eyes full of wonder and awe, she whispers, "C'est incroyable..."
Je peux éjaculer entre tes gros sein
His words send another shudder through her body and she arches her back into his touch, welcoming him deeper. With a soft cry, Mitsuri comes again, her muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She digs her nails into your shoulders, gasping for air between moans and whispers of your name. As you release inside her, she presses their bodies tightly together, reveling in the warmth that spreads through her.
With a deep breath, Mitsuri looks up at you, eyes hazy with desire. "Mmm... tu es le meilleur..." She trails off, her lips curling into a satisfied smile before leaning forward to press a soft kiss against your cheek.