MIO<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Come for me Mio..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>Hai! Permission to come!</em>I squealed and, putting my palms flat on the piano lid above my head somehow pushed back against him, he thrust in an insane and intense rhythm and suddenly his vigorous rape of me, his sounds, his strength and my puny size next to his massive masculinity... and the blessed permission to let go all combined to break over me in a wave of release.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Uouh, Ari-SaaamaaaaaaaAAAHHHH!"</strong>I screamed and clenched hard as I felt my orgasm arrive, eyes squeezed shut, everything was concentrated there in my centre which bore down to a tiny black-hole of sensation before imploding and everything was sucked into it, all my senses and needs right then were satisfied by the skewering of his beautiful maleness! I screamed again as my body clenched tight around the thing that penetrated me, my back curved and rose in a deep arch, my belly pushed up, my head tilted back and like a pane of glass I shattered and broke and went spinning into a thousand pieces, a dim sensation many miles away made me think of his tube expanding and bursting and warm thick creamyness gushing deep in my body.<br/><br/>I lowered my legs and clutched them about his hips, locking my little ankles together behind his broad back and drawing us closer, as he now pulled away, I was dragged with him, but he didn't withdraw, instead ramming in deeper and as eight days of pent up sexual frustration and basic girl-need was unleashed in a second wild scream I felt him gush a second time, pulses of his fluids guttering into me where I was squeezing hard, wanting to hold him in me to drain every last drop.<br/><br/>After a minute of writhing whimpering pleasure I collapsed, sweat-soaked onto the warm white wood and somehow found the strength to push myself up on my hands and reach for him, clutching tight, pressing my face to his lovely sweat-scented chest which I murmured into and kissed and snuggled against, muttering my weak sing-song thank you's in Japanese.<br/><br/>I was aware of his thick hardness still inside me and of his copious seed dribbling out around where I sat, joined stickily onto him. My body hurt, the ache a sweet reminder of his abuse, I shivered in pleasurable aftershocks at how he so hurt me... Mmmm...<br/><br/><strong>"Mmmm, Ari-Sama, <em>kemochi!</em> You make Mio come so hard, your lovely part... it makes Mio so happy! <em>Arigato gozaimasu!</em>"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Ari-Sama, Mio begs to be allowed to suck you clean."</strong>I purred against his chest, my hands hugging him.