Pleasure! (1/2) [R18+]

With Isane's whispered affirmation hanging in the air, Ichigo didn't hesitate as he leaned down, he closed the remaining distance between them, their lips meeting in a gentle, yet passionate, entwining.

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The moment their lips touched, a spark ignited between them, an electric connection that seemed to transcend the confines of the quaint room.

Isane's initial surprise melted into a shared warmth, and she responded to Ichigo's kiss with a fervor of her own.

Her lips yielded to his, soft and inviting, as their tongues danced in a heated embrace. Ichigo's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as their bodies pressed together in a fevered embrace.

Their kiss grew more fervent, fueled by the raw desire coursing through their veins.

Soft moans could be heard with each passionate exchange, they lost themselves in the intoxicating heat of the moment, their hearts pounding in wildly.

It was a kiss born of a primal connection that left them both breathless and yearning for more. And as they finally broke apart, their chests heaving with exertion, they shared a knowing glance.

They wanted more.

Without even speaking their lips forcefully pressed against the other, Isane's usual gentle side seemed to have disappeared as she was fully immersed.

Ichigo himself lightly trailed his hand from her waist, all the way up to her chest, he could feel her hardened nipples through her shirt and bra.

Without hesitation, he pinched them forcefully, before twisting them.

"Mmmh-!" Isane unconsciously moaned loudly as she broke off the kiss and covered her mouth in surprise, surprised by her reaction.

She was breathing heavily, as light beads of sweat were on her crimson shaded face.

But Ichigo didn't give her chance to speak as he vigorously continued the kiss, squeezing her boobs while at it, each time causing her to moan.

After a few minutes, they finally stopped, as Ichigo stood up and took a step back, his gaze locked with Isane's.

His expression turned cold as he commanded, 

"Strip."

Isane felt a surge of surprise ripple through her as Ichigo's demeanor shifted abruptly, his expression now carrying a hint of severity. She couldn't help but wonder if she had somehow misstepped, if her actions had prompted this sudden change.

Yet, a memory flitted through her mind, a conversation with Rangiku, in which the older woman had casually mentioned that some men enjoyed role-playing, even taking on dominant roles. It was just a form of fun, Rangiku had assured her.

Nervously, Isane stuttered out her question, her voice barely above a whisper, "L-Like naked?"

Ichigo's response was firm, unyielding, as he repeated his command, "Strip."

His arms were now crossed, and a dominant aura emanated from him, a stark departure from his usual gentle demeanor.

A shiver ran down Isane's spine as she grappled with her uncertainty. She remembered Rangiku's words, urging her to embrace the playful side of such interactions.

With a deep breath, she resolved to push past her reservations, reminding herself that this was just a game, a harmless exploration of fantasies.

Summoning her courage, Isane began to comply with Ichigo's directive, her movements hesitant yet deliberate. She slowly pulled off her jacket and shirt, then her pants, all the while acutely aware of Ichigo's unwavering gaze upon her.

Her large breasts popped out behind her pink bra, and just as Ichigo suspected, their were huge in size.

Isane stood there in pink lingerie, attempting to cover them, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, a lingering doubt gnawed at her mind.

But Ichigo remained steadfast, as he spoke once again, more forceful, "Fully naked."

"W-What if someone w-walks in?" She stammered, her voice trembling with apprehension.

A playful smile appeared on his face, "Then they'll see every single part of you."

"I-Is that so?" Smoke was practically coming out of her ears as she stood there in a daze.

But in reality, Ichigo was lying, their was an option for Do Not Disturb for each room, probably for couples who are in the heat of the moment, which he himself discreetly activated earlier.

He also locked the door, not to mention he would sense when someone got close, he would never let someone see a girl he's currently seeing completely naked, that would be a blow to his own pride as a man and of course Isane's.

Nevertheless it was meant to further excite her, which was working as he could sense heat gathering in her nether region, toward a certain private part.

At the end of the day, Ichigo was observing her, if she showed genuine fear for her life, or perhaps truly didn't like it, he wouldn't force it, regardless of how much he wanted to get stronger by, he had morals.

Isane herself gathered her resolve, and with a embarrassed expression she unclipped her bra from behind.

Her bountiful breasts were free as they jiggled for a few seconds, nipples erect, throbbing in ecstasy.

She then slowly pulled her panties down, revealing a string of a strange clear liquid leaking from her vaginal's pink lips.

Gasping in surprise, she hurriedly attempted to pull them back up, but Ichigo was a step faster as he grabbed her wrists.

Isane looked up and noticed Ichigo's gaze was once warm again, "Don't worry, I'll love every part of you, their is no need to hide anything."

With those words, Isane couldn't even resist as Ichigo slowly kneeled, pulling her pink panties down, and throwing them to the side.

Her face was steaming red, "H-He c-can see e-everything! O-Oh my g-god-" Isane's brain was practically overided, while Ichigo himself was admiring the view from below.

"It's pretty." It was practically crystal clean, and their pink lips seemed to be shining in femininity.

Isane didn't even know how to respond, still stuck rooted in her spot.

"Sit down." Ichigo ordered calmly.

She didn't even attempt to resist as she sat back down on the soft, trying to hide everything with crossed legs and arms.

Ichigo then said, "Spread your legs and show me everything."

Isane was stunned at his straightforwardness, but once seeing his gentle gaze, she realized he was trying his best to pleasure her, while also attempting to make her comfortable.

'I-If he's trying his b-best, t-then it's only natural for me to d-do the same!'

So with that affirmation, she slowly spread her legs apart, revealing her glistening pink lips, Isane could only cover her mouth in embarrassment.

Ichigo, undeterred by her reaction, knelt down before her, his movements deliberate and calculated. 

With tender kisses, he traced a path along her inner thighs, each touch sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through Isane's body.

She quivered in response, her breath hitching as his warm lips trailed ever closer.

Then, in a sudden, electrifying moment, Ichigo's lips latched on to her pink lips, and Isane's world was consumed by sensation.

A rush of warmth flooded her senses as pleasure surged through her, igniting every nerve ending in her body.

Unable to suppress her reaction, she gasped, "I-Ichigo!", her fingers tangling in his hair as if seeking an anchor amidst the overwhelming ecstasy.

Feeling something warm in her insides, her eyes could only roll up in ecstasy, "Mhmmm!-"

A primal cry tore from her lips as pleasure consumed her, her once-composed facade crumbling in the wake of ecstasy.

Noticing how easily she was stimulated, Ichigo glanced toward her throbbing clitoris, before using his fingers to pinch and forcefully twist them.

As if something awakened with he, Isane shouted out, "Ahhh!"

Her once pristine face was glistening with sweat as she panted, feeling a liquid ejaculate from down there.

As the waves of sensation gradually subsided, Isane found herself enveloped in a hazy euphoria, her body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. With ragged breaths, she gazed down at Ichigo, her eyes glazed with satisfaction and a newfound sense of liberation.

'S-So this is what pleasure is...'

Ichigo's confident demeanor remained unyielding as he untied his kimono, allowing it to fall to the ground as he stood proudly before Isane in his naked form.

His cock, neither too small, nor too large, what one would call average.

The soft glow of the moon cast a silvery sheen upon his skin, highlighting the contours of his body as he walked with purpose toward her.

As Ichigo approached, Isane's heart raced, the anticipation palpable in the air. "Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

Isane nodded eagerly, her breath hitching as Ichigo positioned himself at her entrance, putting her legs on top of his shoulders.

"Yes, Ichigo, please..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Ichigo slowly began to enter her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Isane's lips. "Mmm! Ichigo..." she moaned, her hands grasping at the sofa beneath her.

Warm blood slowly seeped out onto his cock, but they both ignored it.

Feeling her body yield to him, Ichigo's movements became more urgent, his thrusts growing deeper and more intense with each passing moment. "You feel so good," he whispered, his voice filled with longing.

His cock was latched onto by Isane, and he could only enjoy it.

Isane's moans mingled with his, the sound of their passion filling the room as they moved together in perfect harmony.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered herself to the pleasure.

With every touch and caress, their connection deepened, their bodies moving as one in a dance of ecstasy.

"I won't." His voice thick with desire as he drove them both closer to the edge.

Ichigo's thrusts were rougher as his hands roamed eagerly over Isane's body, his fingers searching for her soft curves.

With a hunger that matched her own, he reached for her breasts, kneading her soft jiggly skin first, before increasing the pressure.

Isane's moans grew louder with each caress, her body arching into his touch as she surrendered herself to the pleasure. "Yes! I-Ichigo, j-just like that!" she gasped, her voice a breathless plea.

With practiced skill, Ichigo teased and tantalized her, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. As he teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, Isane's back arched off the bed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

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