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Zoro huffed, took his shirt off revealing his unbelievable physique. Robin was grateful to be free of the bandana at this point. She took in every sculpted crevice of him. He then bent to the side and picked up said bandana. Tied it around his own head this time.
"Are you going to fight me?" Robin joked. Her hair was sweatily stuck to her forehead, her lips so ripe he wanted to take a bite out of them. The blood stain that lingered on her looked a bit like lipstick. Suited her just fine.
"Heh." He removed his pants and boots. His cock still very much at the ready.
"In a manner of speaking." He muttered and parted her legs.
He then sat down on his own thighs between them. Shakily, he grabbed her stockings and sunk his nails into them as he entered her. She cried out in exceptional appreciation as her stockings ripped slightly.
He moved half a centimeter painfully slow, focusing hard on not losing control of himself.
His mouth hung open, looking all too pleased with himself for not being swayed into desperation despite her pulsating insides wrapping themselves around him yearnfully. He sat still again.
"I'm going to kill you Zoro." She shouted half-seriously, as he pulled out of her again and laughed.
"Try getting free first. Then you can do whatever you want to me Robin!"
She pouted at him like a dissatisfied toddler for a second before remembering she was pushing thirty.
He ran his finger slowly over her hood again, enjoying every second of her suffering as he teased her to hell and back. He began to wilt just a little bit, which meant it was time to try entering her once more.
He did so, going a little bit further in each stroke. Still too slow for her taste, but damn if it wasn't amazing.
His vocalizations suggested he agreed…
"A-Ah."
….
"Ahhh... Hh"
Zoro swung into her harder while closing his eyes, so as not to get so aroused that he loses control.
"Ahhh ffuck!" He had to exit her again, it was too much at once.
"Damn it. You're making this really fucking difficult Nico."