Wakasa is the type to intensely gaze upon your shaky, juicy, semen coated thighs, grope and aggressively tug on his sensitive tip to desperately cum all over your stomach. Just the mere thought and view of your battered,raspberry coloured, swollen plump cunt effortlessly releasing hot juices already left him hard enough to prolong his appetite just cause. Hair all tousled and wild, sticking to his thinly layered sweaty forehead, his breath hiccups and draws him back when you sweetly moan out his name to go faster. “Fuck baby, look what you’re doing to me” Wakasa grins exhaustively. Sweat dripping from his chin down his lean toned abdomen, each droplet following the curvature of his smooth yet brick toned 6 pack. His huffing and puffing getting louder, body limper,tip sensitive, stimulate from lust heightened right his final moans forced all his heavy cream on your pretty pelvic area.
Your head is abruptly picked up by his clear manicured long fingers, to then be met by hoarse voice. “Who’s my princess?”
“I am”
“Who makes you cum so hard through tears yet makes you crawl back for more”
“You do”
“Who’s pretty swollen pussy is this”
“Wakasa Imaushi”
Loosens grip to only strengthen it on your hair, forcing eye contact. The sight of his rosy slight chapped lips could have you creaming all over. Within each question, his voice deepens and closes up on your face until the tips of your noise touch. One boyish smirk subconsciously knocking you senseless, his tongue reaches out to lick on your bottom lip, suck it off and release with a light pop.
“Who’s your daddy?”
Being caught off guard by his whole ministration you attempt in regaining your composure yet failing“y-y-you are Wakasa. You’re my daddy”
“That’s my baby, stay put” leaving an innocent kiss to your cheek, Wakasa exits to tend to your needs, not catching your bewildered state.