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>>39406Kosuzu shuts her book closed on your dick.
"Ow," you say. "I think my dick got a paper cut."
"I'll help you treat it," she says.
"Are you going to lick it clean?"
She hands you a bandage.
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>>39405You came on Rin. She hissed at your penis, but your penis hissed back.
You came on Rin again. She was silent this time.
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>>39413"We've been told for thousands of years that verbiage was the enemy. But what if it wasn't? What if we could co-exist with it? Maybe our ancestors were too naive. You always hear that 'brevity is the soul of wit' but we humans are not witty by nature. We train to be witty, and anybody who says otherwise is a liar. I myself believe that I am a fool. I fumble with words because they do not obey fools. But is that wrong? Is it not human nature to make mistakes and then grow from it? And I have this uncle who, for the love of all gods, does not stop talking about his youkai escapades in every family reunion. But somehow, it wouldn't be the same if he weren't there. He brings a peculiar homeliness with his words. Of course, that brings me along to my next point—"
Kosuzu, who had been silently listening as you thrust into her, brought a slender finger to your lips. "Not another word until you cum inside.
Okay?"
You looked at her. "Okay."
No more verbiage was had that night.