diabolik lovers obsessed

the sakamakis

shuu: sleeping beauty. fairy dust, warm sunlight, a sweet melody singing along with the birds and running, cold water streams - that's when you first laid eyes upon him - the tall, blonde haired future king, hidden from evil forces inside the woods' hearth. almost cautiously, yet still naively, you hummed along to his honey buttered song, instantly being spotted by his crystal clear eyes. all it took for the two of you to fall in love was a barefooted waltz inside of the forest, but as quickly as you swore your young hearts to one another, so has been the whole kingdom put to sleep by the darkest of fairies and a thin briar needle. you were the princess of the neighboring kingdom, the one promised to be his beloved queen, and you couldn't stand the thought of losing the love of your life. you took off as soon as possible, your old, white mare galloping through snoozing and dozing ruins of what used to be your prince's city. sigiled sword resting in between your shoulder blades, silver armor protecting your skin against the sharp thorns of roses almost resisting your force and ambition, the closer you got to his castle. huffing and puffing, all you could remember before entering his royal chambers has been the taste of iron against your lips; you had slayed the wicked dragon keeping him at arms length, sealed away from this world. and there he was, asleep in his beauty, skin soft like reflecting porcelain. a myth much older than your love, much ancient than the dragon's vice echoed through your mind - a true love's kiss. and so you had intertwined your lips with his, droplets of still warmed up blood entering his system. a hand colder than death pulled you harder against him, feeling the way your prince was coming back to life, the more you gave into his touch. one by one, pieces of your heavy armor hit the floor, leaving you in your sheer undergarments. that's when you met an unfamiliar smirk from your prince, a cruel nature you haven't met before. sitting on top of him, lips puffy from his heavy kisses, you began to grind against his clothed cock. "hah, don't stop now… i am all awake for you." his fingers were glued to your hips, making you squirm against the pressure of his heavy hands. you could no longer remember if the blood staining you was still the beast's or yours, but the pleasure buzzing inside of your head was the only answer you needed. the more you chased your heights of pleasure as you kept humping against him, the more his kingdom has awaken.

reiji: snow white. a princess born on the coldest day of the year, with skin smoother than the freshly laid snow, hair silkier than cashmere - for this mere reason, your mother used the nickname snow white. oh, your sweet, poor mother. a sudden illness took her out while you were just a child, which resulted in your father, the king of the entire surrounding land, remarrying a woman with guts more wicked than one could ever phantom. the day your father passed away too, that was when she showed her true colours, her corrupting vanity leading towards putting a bounty over your head; and so you flew into the woods, no matter how cold was the night, how heavy was the rain - you had to get away from her for your life's sake. you didn't know how much time has passed, until you met a man in the middle of the night, face hidden by a heavy cloak. tall, dark, and handsome. somehow familiar to you, her royal advisor. before you had the chance to say anything, he extended his hand which held a bright, red apple. your salvation. the one thing that could stop the evil queen from hunting you down - temporary death, a small price to pay for what malice she had prepared for you. "i am not demanding your trust, but i am proposing you the most certain solution." you bit into it, your mind only remembering his sharp gaze right before you were put to sleep by the poisonous fruit. it felt as if you floated on a cloud of darkness, time stopping for you, but not for the others. things shifted in your kingdom as the seasons have passed - your evil step-mother died by unknown circumstances during a fire, leaving the throne with no heir to rule it. and so did the others thought. when you finally opened your eyes, you saw him again towering above your figure as you laid on the ground, between freshly blooming flowers. magenta eyes trembled like magnolia trees in the spring, his hand sitting precisely on your throat. he told you not to move as his slender fingers went lower, focusing on the shape of your breasts, inspecting for possible side effects from the apple's bite. your nipples hardened, your body responding to his calculated moves. "exactly as i planned…" and so he went even lower, eyes not leaving yours for a second. the burning sex between your legs awoke too as he began massaging it, soft breaths leaving your puffy lips. he wasn't one to back away from the plan he put in the works years ago, by making sure your parents were taken away one by one. and he felt no remorse as he placed his throbbing cock against your begging pussy, ready to put that heir into you and secure his seat on the throne.

laito: rapunzel. the tall, bricked tower has been everything you had ever known - that, and the woman calling herself your mother. she has always been telling you how she is protecting you from the outside world, the dangers and foes awaiting at every corner, greedily desiring to cut a piece out of your exceptionally long and velvety hair. you've always had a feeling that it was more to tell about this story, yet you've never wanted to anger her, therefore you listened to her like the good girl you were; always doing your chores, filling your endless hours with activities centered around the arts - drawing, painting, writing, even crocheting. things were good and well, despite your mother being the only one out of the two of you allowed to leave the tower once a day, in order to go fetch fresh produce from the market, one unfair aspect you've always dreaded about. but one mundane day, while your mother has been away, something has changed. that was the day when the stranger dared to approach your tower, ginger hair blown by the wind and a smug smile on his face. you spotted him from above, daring to tell him he was trespassing, yet something was telling you inside of your heart that this is the beginning of something else. you let your hair down for him, allowing him to enter your sacred space, something no man has ever did before. you were welcomed by things you've only read about before in books - the forbidden ones, hidden deep inside of your mother's library - sweet kisses pestered on your face like butterflies. he confessed that this wasn't his first try, yet each time he approached your tower, your mother would scare him away with unkind curses. screw your mother, screw her fucking rules. something changed inside of you, new sensations and desires crossing your mind. you were quick to put him down and tie him up with your own hair, both of you exchanging perverted glances filled with want and need. it was your first time ever stuffing your pussy with a cock, and you didn't shy away for a second, taking it all in as you rode your prisoner. emerald eyes stared upon you in awe, sweat drooling on his forehead. "if you stop now, i swear i will jump from this tower and meet my sweet, delicious death!" he never thought he would see the day when a maiden such as yourself would use him the way he had always desired - like a sweet little toy. he took it upon his own heart to take you out of that damned tower, allowing you to see the free, surrounding world.

kanato: hansel & gretel. there were three things one had to live through, when it came to life in your tiny village - poorness, hunger, and the fear. the two first were aspects villagers were used to since birth, yet the last one was something much more sinister. gossip circled around about the witch hidden in the heart of the woods, awaiting to eat all of the naughty, curious children meeting his path. you weren't one to believe in such bedtime stories, until the day one of your neighbours' kids has gone missing. maybe it was pure naivety, or just the deep famine you felt inside of your stomach, but you took it upon yourself to find them and bring them back home. what a foolish, foolish girl you were. maybe it was the smell of pure gingerbread leading you towards his house inside the forest, or the trembling ache between your legs, but here you were entering the licorice door, pushing on the sour handle. the sweetness was making you sick to your guts, everything was too much, all at once. "don't shy away, sweet one." he welcomed you to his dinner table, beginning to stuff you with everything that he's got - from rich chocolate pralines, floating marshmallows, to lemon sorbet served in a crystal glass, the wicked witch had many things to offer you. including his sugary-tasting cock inside your mouth, making you suck it like a lollipop. and you were more than happy to indulge, since you started to feel something much stronger than insatiable hunger. desire. and you gave into it, allowing him to stuff your pussy too with his cock, and not stopping just there. he bit into your flesh, tasting the most delectable nectar out of them all - your blood. you couldn't even remember all of the ways he toyed with you, hoisting you up on the toffee table and taking you from behind. things began to haze under his touch as if he was consuming everything you've got, offering you the creamiest pie out of them all, the one inside of your now deeply used core. your eyes could no longer comprehend your surroundings, it was all pastel colours and sparkles blinding you vision as your well deserved orgasm began building up. he was quick to pull out, but not stop just now. his flickery tongue began to fast upon the cum dripping from your pussy, tasting his own flavorful semen all at once. you were the best thing he had ever laid hands upon, and he wasn't ready to ever let you go, not after stuffing you so good and relishing all of your flowing juices.

ayato: the little mermaid. the prince from the world above yours was all you could think of; you spotted him once as he took his boat out alone to the open sea, stubborn waves pulling it against the strong current. you were just a creature of the vast ocean, some called your kind water-devils, others referred to you as beautiful, tempting mermaids which had the power to lure in sailors to their deaths just by singing them your song. but what you felt for your prince from above was different, you saved him that day, when the sea was at its most tempest. and he kept on being your biggest obsession, until you had decided to trade your tail for legs, the price being your asset of highest value - your voice. the sea witch was more than pleased with this bargain, and so were you, the second you washed ashore and he was there to find you, in your most vulnerable state. your kind, almost rowdy prince took you into his castle, more like a pet than his own princess, but you didn't complain about it. yet, there was a catch to the witch's bargain - you had up until dawn to have the prince confess his love to you, otherwise you'll no longer transform back into your old self, but become one with sea-foam. no matter how much you gave into the prince's perversions, having him bite your tits until he drew blood, eating your pussy until his tongue began to give out, fucking you against all of the castle's surfaces, no words related to love came out of his mouth. and your hope began to fade away. you slipped out of his possessive grasp in the silky sheets right before the sun was about to come out. you made your way outside of the chambers' terrace, standing right above the sea by the tallest hill, its breeze calling you back home. that's when you jumped. your body was quick to meet the salty water you had missed most, yet now it no longer felt like an inviting hug, but more like the abyss underneath. right before your skin almost dared to bubble, your lips were met with a hard kiss, your floating body embraced tightly. your prince from above jumped right in after you, refusing to let you go, the one mermaid he fell in love with, the one he spread along his lonely bed. you were the one he was meant to be with, and that's how the witch's bargain all fell apart, after he took you out of the water, the bright rays of day shinning upon the two of you. "i am your one and only, do you understand that?!"

subaru: little red riding hood. you knew the path through the forest towards your grandmother's house by heart - you had never gotten lost, especially the days you went alongside your mother. but after you received your crimson cloak, things began to change for you as you craved more independence. your mother was slowly and certainly accepting this fact, and to prove her trust as a parent, she decided to send you with a basket filled with goods for your grandmother who has recently gotten sick. after leaving your family's house, you made your way throughout the trail surrounded by tall, trembling trees. it was right before sundown when you began worrying about being lost - maybe you had taken a wrong turn, or you skipped another. as a matter of fact, the full moon slowly awoke upon the velvety sky, stars almost begging you to swiftly make your way back home. the woods were not safe at night, and the silver frosted wolf that has stalked you for miles already was proof of that. it was now too late. and so the chase began - he was having much more tremendous fun once you were aware of his presence. the soles of your feet were burning up as you ran and ran, not knowing for how long, not knowing when he'll eventually catch up to you. oh, and of course he did. right after you tripped over that rotting branch. skin bruised and slightly thorn by bushes, the wolf towered over you, sharp teeth grinning from ear to ear and saliva almost dripping down your chin. his mane began to steadily shred, revealing the handsome, milky skinned man hiding underneath it. you thought for a second that a human face would show you mercy, but his ruby eyes were telling you otherwise. "what big eyes you have, little red riding hood. tell me, are you scared of me?" furious kisses enslaved your lips, rough hands ripping apart the corset guarding your plump, inviting breasts. your crimson cloak was now spread under your back as an offering to the woods, as an offering to the starving wolf. moonlight shone upon your two bodies as if you were one, his mouth finding a way down from your nipples, towards your aching, moist pussy. he let out a low growl as he tasted it, a primal need creeping inside your whole core. he kept lapping at your sex, lewd noises echoing throughout the now empty woods. it was just you and your wolf, and moans filled with pleasure. right before meeting your first pinnacle of edge, he flipped you around, his thick cock finding its way towards your entrance, stretching up your tight cunt. that night you never found the way back to your grandmother's house.

the mukamis

ruki: the frog prince. a princess with starry eyes and beauty envied by many; you were born royalty, embezzled in riches and precious gems since childbirth, but there was something you had always lacked from early teenagehood to adulthood - the presence of real, astonishing and raw romance in your life. no matter what suitor dared knocking on your castle's door, they would barely last through all of the courses served at your dinner table. it might have been something about your bratty demeanor, or the way you often challenged them. truth to be told, you were a maiden like no other across the land, and many didn't appreciate that about you. yet, something has changed one sunny afternoon after your sapphire necklace fell by mistake into a pond right across the castle where you tended to take your strolls and sit deeply in thought. to your surprise, a frog retrieved it for you, demanding your companionship in return for his good deed. your first instinct was to withhold its preposition, but a voice inside the back of your head was telling you otherwise. and so, you took in the frog, spending your days reading to it, having long discussions with it at the dinner table to your parents' surprise, even taking it to bed with you. once each every three nights, it would shift into a prince so handsome like you haven't seen before - raven locks, and eyes of steel, taunting you with whispers in your ear and dominating commands. "a brat like you deserves only a proper punishment." you'd get on your knees for your frog prince, taking in his length as moonlight would shine upon your two figures in your royal chambers. using both hands, you'd keep on sucking his red leaking tip, and continue stroking his thick, veiny cock. he would be so cruel, making you recite poets and hymns as your mouth would still be stuffed by his cock, tears streaming down your silky, rosy cheeks. your cunt dripping on the marbled floors, you wouldn't be asking for his mercy - you are exactly where you want to be, this is exactly how you wished to be treated by the suitors which could never put you in your place. for three weeks he tormented you like this, at certain times rewarding you and playing with your cunt himself, until the very moment you got fed up with his rules, and decided to take advantage of his frog form during the day. you grabbed him and spitefully threw him against the wall, an unfair act which broke his curse entirely, leaving you at his mercy both during the days, and nights.

kou: cinderella. a clear crystal shoe in hand, the fair haired prince stared in awe at it; only minutes ago, he swayed you across the castle's ballroom floor, envious eyes picking at your two, enamored forms. heart pumping up his chest like a bird crying in a cage, he had never felt this way before. and he had to find you, his fair maiden. form hugged by the finest rich materials, silver twinkles almost danced around your body that faithful night when he held you close, nearly til midnight. he took it upon himself to search the whole kingdom, looking for the one whom the shoe would fit perfectly. the prince didn't shy away from entering all of the houses, no matter the presenting rank of the families. he had to find you as soon as possible - and his glass eye was whispering to him, confessing that he was getting closer and closer. as soon as he entered your mansion's gates, the air changed. he was welcomed by a woman with wicked eyes, and her two daughters, one more unsightly than the other. his thoughts were correct - neither of their hideous feet fit the clear crystal shoe, but he had a hunch once he spotted you scrubbing the foyer's floors. "may i?" his whisper sent chills down your spine as your knees trembled on the floor, and indeed it was the perfect fit. he barely could contain his excitement as he saved you from that devilish household, barely keeping his hands to himself the whole carriage ride. the prince had you right where he wanted you to be, bouncing on his unzipped cock and crying out from his hands gripping your hips that begged to be touched and perversely squeezed. "keep crying crystal clear tears, my beautiful fair maiden… i let you out of that hellhole, now you must pay your part," he'd coo against your cheeks stained by tear drops, mercilessly moving his hips in order to hit your cervix walls. he kept one his cruel facade, the charioteer not saying anything from outside, yet making sure he took in all of the bumps of the road, your screams getting higher and higher. the blonde prince pumped his creamy semen into your tight, and now deeply used cunt, making sure he'd secure and heir for the throne. his cobalt eye glanced at you with adoration, but the crimson one… it blinked cruelly in your direction, his mind twisting all of the things he had prepared for you, his future bride, his cinderella.

yuuma: beauty & the beast. emptiness prevailed the hollow, enormous castle. it was just you and the beast - a creature of the night so grotesque, children from your village would start crying upon hearing the stories in which he would stalk his victims. your father had the misfortune of encountering the beast in the woods, being taken as prisoner. what was about to follow was one of the most unexpected turn of events - you banged upon the castle's iron doors, demanding for your father to be set free, offering yourself as the price for his liberty. and so the beast accepted the bargain. now each night right after the sun would settle down, you would have your dinner with your beast, mostly items grown in his garden or hunted from the vast forests surrounding you. one rose petal falling at a time, the warmth between your legs was growing more flavorful to the beast's nose which could smell all of the feelings inhabiting your body - from your fear, to your arouseness. that's when his nightly visits began; the beast will allow himself in your chambers in the east wing of the castle, taking in your beauty as you slept in between silk sheets, his touches waking you up instantly. to your surprise, the beast stalking your sleep was no longer a beast, but a prince so handsome, his sharp features sweetening you up. his tongue darted from your lips to your pulse point, then your hardened nipples against your nightgown. your hands grasped at his long, brown locks, pulling them harshly, earning a moan from him. "such a beauty, falling at the mercy of a beast… undress yourself, before i rip up everything to shreds in this room. including your wet cunt." you took in his words, allowing your now prince to ravish you completely, his rough touches possessing your pleasures. legs up on his shoulders, and his big, dripping cock inside of your pussy, your lewd noises were the only ones filling the entire castle. with each pump, each scream, each droplet of sweet, more and more of the sinister castle was coming back to life as the sun almost has risen from its slumber of the night. rays of the dawn cradled your blended bodies, this time his beast form no longer returning. rose out of petals - his curse has been lifted, and you were now to be his princess.

the sakamakis

shuu: the opera. genuinely the type of boyfriend who couldn't care less about date nights - he is quite known for being the laziest fucker out there, yet a switch flicks inside of his head once he falls in love with you. it's all about small gestures, sharing the little parts of his life, the things that he enjoys. shuu is a soul of the arts, especially a musical prodigy. despite napping in secluded places and keeping a lot to himself, it would be a huge step into your relationship once he offers randomly on a tuesday to take you to the opera that following weekend. you'll be surprised at first, but excited to say the least. you have never been to the opera before, and being seated in a exclusive booth with your boyfriend all dressed-up to the nines, which was a rare occasion, was honestly doing things to you. and he knew it. that's when his hand started to slowly hike up the expensive golden, satin dress he bought you, emotionless expression and sapphire eyes focused on the soprano hitting the highest notes. and so were you, your slutty, starving moans matching the rhythm as shuu continued to toy with your clit, then add two fingers inside. what an asshole.

reiji: the theater. reiji is a man with a plan and a tight schedule - so are your date nights, carefully crafted by him, including activities that bring great pleasure to the both of you. he is a deeply closeted romantic and wouldn't be caught dead admitting it, yet he also falls in workaholic tendencies which can easily neglect your needs. that's why as a little reward he decided to take you to see hamlet on a friday night, which began with a homemade dinner selectively cooked by him. the wine definitely had an interesting after taste, but you only started to question it once the curtains revealed the actors playing on stage, and a sudden warmth beginning to bother you between your legs and ignite all of your senses. you would spend the whole night trying to sneak glances from your boyfriend and almost beg him to put his hand under your skirt, but he'll only call you mannerless and decide to punish you in the limousine taking you back to the mansion after the play ends. oh, boy. he didn't expect the love drug to hit you so hard and have you ride his cock in the moving vehicle so goddamn hard, but he wouldn't be one to complain about the side effects.

laito: a bar. even though he sometimes gives you some of the shadiest vibes, laito is a man of good taste. that also applies in his fashion sense, but so in his taste for indie locations. on a saturday night, he'll tell you that you have up until midnight to get all dolled up for him, since he wants to take you somewhere nice. it'll be a cozy place downtown, the type of bar where a password is needed at the entrance, then you will go down in the basement and find a cozy, jazz playing place. laito is no stranger to the art of seduction; he will make sure to have you let all of your walls down after two glasses of wine, his hand already on your thigh, lustful gaze behind his eyes. he could fuck you anywhere - the bathroom, the storage room, the back alley, the taxi taking you back home to the mansion, yet he would surprise you by taking you to a love hotel, ordering the most expensive bottle of champagne, covering your tits in the sweet alcohol and licking them clean. he wouldn't be stopping here - you are going to have a night to remember, and the whipped cream awaiting in the hotel room's fridge would be perfectly served with the taste of your sweet, creamed pussy.

kanato: the bakery. his need for sweets can sometimes be as strong as his need for your blood, therefore kanato found the perfect solution to his problem - taking you to one of his favourite bakeries, and having you stuffed with sweets like the witch from hansel and gretel. he wouldn't shy away from getting everything that they have available, nonchalantly pulling out his black credit card. he will even insist on helping you get dressed up for the date, almost making you look like a porcelain doll. and he wouldn't shy away from helping you with your night routine once you get home either, getting on his knees and rolling out your stockings for you. the sight of your plump thighs would be more than enough, instantly filling them with bites and having you squirm under his touch. his tongue will only remember three flavours of the night - the strawberry shortcake, your blood, and the sweet flavour of your needy pussy. teddy will be sitting on his cuck chair in the corner while kanato will tongue the shit out of your burning sex, almost bitting your clit off. he will be quick to tease it with his throbbing cock, and cum all over it, then fucking the cum into it with his still standing erection. what a freak of nature.

ayato: a basketball match. of course his date night idea would be something to match up his taste in sports, not even asking you twice if you enjoy basketball in the first place. seated in the third row, he'll start to question everything once he notices how quick you are to focus on other men - the ones playing, obviously - while your one and only is sitting right next to you and stuffing his face with hot-dogs. this insecurity will only increase his jealousy, and make him drag you furiously into the players' locker room right before they wrap up the match, leaving you 3 exact minutes to fuck before someone catches you. face against the wall, and his puffing chest into your back, he'll make you forget all of their names and only remember his. his thick cock would stretch you so good that your moans will scare the janitor mopping the floors in the outside corridor. ayato would make it his own mission to score as many orgasms as possible, until the match's countdown hits 0. no matter which teams wins, you end up being the winner of the night after he takes you out for some fast food; the post nut clarity hits him too hard, maybe from all of the cardio you guys did by trying not to get caught, even though he was kind of counting on that.

subaru: the park. there are multiple reasons why subaru loves to take you to the park at night - some are the quiet scenery, having less people around since he doesn't like crowds, some are just you smelling the blooming flowers in spring. he isn't the best at keeping calm and feeling under control, but having such moments of bliss with you helps him for sure. subaru is the type to blame you for not wearing a jacket at night once the cool air hits, then offer you his, since he is a vampire that doesn't feel much affected by low temperatures. the sweet sight of you in his oversized jacket would definitely awaken something inside of him, your clothed back suddenly hitting one of the trees, crimson eyes all over you. subaru would be quick to give into his desires, fucking you right in that moment, bitting your neck hungrily. this might just be one of his other reasons, fucking you senselessly in a place anybody could hear you, yet they wouldn't dare crossing his path as his dick would stretch up that sweet pussy, your hips hoisted by his strong, toned arms. he might be the romantic type, but he is also just a sakamaki by blood.

the mukamis

ruki: the library. after completing all of your chores of the week, and being more well-behaved than usually, ruki would decide that going to the library together is more than a fair reward for you. one thing you two share in common is your passion for literature, and him offering to get you at least three books for the month - and write him essays about them, but that's a whole different story - you will be more than excited to scan through the bookshelves, two chosen books already in your arms. he will be quick to follow behind you like a shadow, slowly judging your taste in literature. once you'll stop by the erotica section and try to pick a book from a higher shelf, your tall boyfriend would be quick to take it out for you, one hand spinning you around and slowly pushing you into the wall filled with books. he'll make you read the first twenty pages out loud before buying it for you, to make sure it is the right fit for you taste. skirt hiked up by your thighs, his tongue would flicker circles around your clothed clit in the most teasing manner possible. once you find some kind of composure, he'll be quick to move your panties to the side and keep going as he pushes his ringed fingers inside too.

kou: the club. kou loves to go out, and taking you to his favourite places is one of the sweet favors he likes to grant you as your boyfriend. neon lights playing shadows on your face, you weren't surprised in the least when kou suggested the two of you should hit up the club this saturday. since he is an idol and all, he'll choose an underground location where you could have a lot of fun all night long, without having to worry about annoying fans spotting him. three drinks in, and he'll smudge his lipstick into yours without a shame, grinding his hips into yours on the dance floor. and you wouldn't be surprised either by him dragging you into the bathroom, zipper down, you on your knees taking his length into your greedy mouth. he'd be a piece of shit and make you suck it up to the beat of the music playing loudly in the background. kou is a cruel lover who loves to have you at his mercy, especially stuffing that pretty mouth of yours with his dripping cum. people would be banging the door, telling the two of you to hurry up since the queue is getting longer and longer, but he is more than ready to fuck you relentless as your moans fill in the air, folks being even too embarrassed now to dare opening the goddamn door.

yuuma: a picnic. yuuma isn't necessarily the best when it comes to romantic gestures, but he holds his own ground when it comes to fulfilling your wishes. taking you to a picnic in a secluded area in the woods that only he knows, a meadow covered in flowers and butterflies swaying around, would make you feel like a real life princess. after setting the picnic props, such as the red blanket and the menu containing homemade sandwiches and fresh lemonade, yuuma wouldn't waste a second terrorizing you. after you decided to wear a long sundress with deep cleavage exposing your neck and chest, expect him to forget all about the food and make you his main course. he would make you keep the dress on just on purpose, this tongue and teeth playing with your hard, sensitive nipples. ridding his long girthy cock would fill the meadow with your lewd, wet sounds, scaring all the animals away, making him chuckle. after watching your tits bounce for him, yuuma would change positions and have you take back-shots on the picnic blanket - big, rough hands spanking your ass and grabbing greedily your flesh. he would have a hard time deciding where to finish, since he loves all of the parts of your body. luckily for you, he has enough cum in his balls to make you drown in it. yummy.