He undid all the restraints on his body and threw them under the bed, folding Sophia's legs and pushing them up to her chest with what looked like a capital M. The entrance to the deepest and most enticing peach was right in the very centre of it all, with a wet glossy sheen of water, and what seemed to be a slight hint of heat between the opening and closing.
He pushed his aeon in fully in one go, and what looked like wet, soft, pink flesh and blood wrapped around him completely with incredible force, Capone adjusting his breathing before slowly sinking in, and then sinking in again, and then rhythmically swinging his waist and belly as he gradually crashed into the music that belonged to this night today.