His eyes narrowed with predatory hunger as he gazed upon her luscious, milk-laden breasts as he took a moment to take some long breaths since he was panting heavily. With a guttural growl, he again pounced, burying his face between her soft, supple mounds. He latched onto her swollen nipple, suckling with wild, desperate abandon. His tongue swirled and flicked, coaxing the sweet nectar to burst forth in a torrent. Moaning wantonly, Satorū greedily gulped down every last drop, his throat convulsing as he swallowed it all. But still, the creamy liquid continued to flow, spilling from the corners of his mouth and cascading down her chest. He lapped it up hungrily, his stubble-roughened cheeks grazing her sensitive skin.

Switching to her other aching breast, Gojō repeated the process, sucking and slurping with unbridled fervor. His strong hands kneaded and squeezed, milking her mercilessly. She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he ruthlessly tugged and pulled, determined to wring every last drop from her aching teat. He reveled in the way her back arched and her thighs trembled, her body betraying her building arousal. With a muffled groan, he detached from her breast, strings of milk still clinging to his lips. His dark, lust-glazed eyes met hers, silently conveying his desperate need.

Meanwhile he slowly slid his thick, calloused fingers past her parted lips, pressing them firmly against her eager tongue. He grunted in satisfaction as he felt her saliva coating his digits, her throat convulsing around them.

Satorū's grip tightened, his fingers dancing along the sensitive flesh as he explored the warm, wet confines of her mouth. He reveled in the feeling of her tongue swirling and caressing his hand, the glistening strands of saliva clinging to his skin. With a low, guttural growl, he began to twiddle and stroke, dragging his fingertips along the roof of her mouth and the sensitive underside of her tongue. He pushed deeper, probing and caressing, determined to elicit the most debauched, wanton sounds from her throat. Her eyes watered as she fought the urge to gag, her body trembling with a mix of discomfort and carnal desire. Gojō's mouth curved into a wicked grin as he felt her saliva dripping down his hand, her desperate whimpers music to his ears.

At the same time, a deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as he felt her velvety soft walls enveloping his thick, throbbing cock. With one hand still buried in her mouth, he slid his other palm down her trembling leg, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hooked it over his hip. Gojō's pistoned his hips forward, driving his massive shaft deep inside her dripping pussy. He reveled in the way her inner muscles clenched and fluttered, gripping him like a vice. The squelching sounds of his cock plunging into her sopping heat only spurred him on. His pace grew frantic, his hips snapping forward with bruising force as he rutted into her relentlessly. His fingers curled around her thigh, holding it in a vice-like grip as he angled his hips, driving his girthy length even deeper. With each punishing thrust, his thick cock stretched and filled her to the brim, stoking the flames of ecstasy that burned through her veins. Her wanton cries were muffled by his probing fingers, her body writhing and bucking beneath his powerful frame. His gaze was wild, feral, as he watched the raw, unbridled pleasure contort her features. He grunted like a feral beast, his hips piston-ing with savage intensity, determined to reduce her to a quivering, quaking mess.

Shifting his attention, he zeroed in on the silver clamp adorning her other nipple. With a sadistic grin, he seized it between his teeth, clamping down hard. The jolt of agony had her arching her back, her fingers tangled in his dark hair as she held him in place. His throat convulsed hungrily as he drank in her sweet, creamy milk, the pearly fluid spilling from the corners of his mouth and cascading down her heaving chest. He lapped it up greedily, his rough stubble grazing her skin. Kenzo squeezed her breasts with bruising force, kneading and pawing at the tender flesh. He was determined to milk her dry, to claim every last drop as his own. Her body trembled under his savage onslaught, her mind reeling with the sheer intensity of it all.

Satorū's eyes narrowed with feral intensity as he felt his thick, throbbing cock breach past her velvety entrance, the tip of his shaft nudging against her most sensitive depths. A primal growl rumbled in his chest as he savored the exquisite sensation of her slick, quivering walls enveloping him. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping down the sculpted planes of his muscular frame as he pistoned his hips, driving his girth ever deeper. His fingers tightened around her thigh, anchoring her as he rutted into her with wild, unrestrained abandon. His every thrust was calculated, intentional, as he explored the most intimate, sensitive reaches of her pussy. He reveled in the way her body clenched and fluttered around him, her velvet walls caressing his sensitive flesh with each punishing plunge. Gojō could feel the head of his cock nudging against her womb, the delicious pressure sending sparks of ecstasy racing up his spine. Sweat-slicked skin slapped against sweat-slicked skin as his relentless pace built, the obscene sounds of your coupling echoing through the room. His brow furrowed in concentration, his jaw clenching as he fought to stave off his own impending release.

[Plap, Plap, Plap, Plap, Plap, Plap, Plap, Plap]

His eyes grew wild with primal lust as he felt his heavy balls tightening, the impending explosion of his release drawing near. With a guttural groan, he slammed his hips forward, burying his throbbing cock as deep as physically possible. Satorū's fingers dug into her hips, anchoring her as he continued to pump his virile seed into her most sacred space. Rope after rope of his scalding hot cum gushed forth, flooding her womb until it was utterly brimming. He could feel his cockhead swelling, stretching her around his girth as he marked her as his own. He cursed under his breath, his muscles trembling with the intensity of his release. Gojō's hips jerked erratically, milking the last few spurts of his climax as her fluttering walls milked him in return. He let out a shuddering breath, his seed dripping from your well-fucked hole as he savored the feeling of his cock pulsing deep within her most intimate space. He had claimed her, body and soul.