[he does not mind at all, in fact, back arching into the feel of it and it's really all he can do to pull back to thrust into fox again. there's a part of him that wants to try to draw it out, leave fox begging and pleading for more but he's already so hard and wanting that he quickly abandons any pretense for anything slower, following the urging of quicker, deeper.]
Re: Day 156, evening
F-fuck, Yusuke.