Breathless and delirious, the strawberry blonde haired fukutaicho stared pleadingly at her snow haired captain. “Oh…Toshirou. Yessss. Yess…Harder-Ohhhh!” The tenth squad captain squeezed her thick, sensual thighs tighter, uncertain if he could last for as long as she was holding out. She simply refused defeat and instead, invited his thrusts with open arms and was even encouraging the poor boy. The woman was certaintly something to be reckoned with. He had to admit that.
“Jesus, woman. Don’t you ever get…tired?,” He groaned with frustration, his tempo speeding up inside of her clenching walls. Rangiku moaned, with vigirous shakes of her head.
“Shiro-chan! Ohhh, don’t stop! Please, don’t!”
Her back arched, eyes shut in a desperate resort to fully concentrate on all the pleasure he was giving her which was building up quickly in the pit of her stomach. It was hot and threatened to release, but she knew what it was and she wouldn’t give her captain mercy.