[ There would be no better compliment to her than to have Jakurai lose himself multiple times. He's really too beautiful and she wants to see that composure of his break entirely— her wants are so selfish, and she wonders if it's fair to do that to him, but at the same time..

She shivers as he squeezes her ass, pushing herself up against his hold. He really has such wonderful hands— gentle usually and now, they're gripping her so nicely. She wants to feel more of him around her, but first— ]

I don't want you to last at all. I want you to let go so many times that you leave us a mess.

[ Words punctuated by a squeeze of her hand as she pumps him now, beneath her, while she draws her mouth over the skin of his throat and sucks the skin sharply. Good thing for Jakurai's usual outfits because these are unavoidably obvious markings. She moves her face down to his chest, kissing to the center of it, while she purrs and lifts her gaze to see her mouth work as it were. ]

Look at that. You're already wearing my collar. Maybe I should give you another down here...

[ A squeeze to his cock to indicate what she means. ]