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Arataki Itto had a dangerous fixation. Sweet things. Lollipops, dango milk, sakura mochi, tri-colored dango - he had an intense sweet tooth, always seen with some kind of candy on a stick, poking from his lips as he grins. If it were a toothpick then maybe he'd seem cool, the white stick of a lollipop was definitely not intimidating - at least for a Gang Leader.
Itto's fixation - boarding on addiction - transcended to you, the new member, Shinobu's helper, a sweet little thing. He felt immediately drawn to you, ready to lend a hand, always pestering you and offering you sweet treats. He gets closer to you, enough to smell your sweet sakura perfume, see the soft pretty flush of your cheeks and the sweet little smiles you throw his way. He found himself a new favourite sweet thing; You.
Itto groans loud from his throat, muffled by his thick tongue lapping at your pretty, wet pussy. He grips your squishy thighs with his massive hands, petting them up and down as he laps at you dumbly. Your sweet, creamy slick on his tongue drives him mad, he hiccups a short moan against your core. Gods if only you knew what you did to him.
He grips your thighs, pulling you down, squishing your pussy against his lips. His thick teeth threaten to press into your aching clit as he shakes his head against your cunny. Archons he was so fucking desperate, he could not get enough of your sweet, gushy pussy. Itto moans wantonly, desperately into your cunny as he kisses, sloppy sweet hot kisses all over your clit. You moan and squeal above him, tugging at his thick locks of hair, fingers grazing over the sensitive base of his horns. He ruts his hips against the futon, latching his lips against your sensitive little clit. What he may lack in skill, he makes up for in his eagerness, absolutely fucking lost in your cunny.
He suckles and spits and laps at your pussy, hurdling you into absolute bliss. He drinks you up, fucking himself drunk on your pretty, creamy cunt. You cum with a hot press of his tongue, squirting your sweet juices all over his face. He buries his face impossibly further, barging his broad nose into your clit, lapping hard at your aching cunny hole.
He lifts his head for just a moment, lips parted and eyes hazy, cheeks and chin dribbling with spit, absolutely coated in your sticky sweetness. He licks at his lips before licking a strong stripe over your sensitive little clit.
Itto's hunger for your sweetness was never ending. Your legs hang down from a table, calves numb, fingers attempting to clutch at the smooth table top. Itto knees behind you, large palms heavily petting your plump ass cheeks, spreading you apart for him to see your delicious, juicy pussy. He wastes no time devouring your sweet cunt. His long tongue bullies into your pretty hole, oozing with slick and spit. He fucks you with his tongue from behind, relishing in your cries and attempts to hump back on to his face. Two fingers come up to rub slow circles into your clit, making your pussy gush sweetly on his tongue.
Itto is loud, slurping his tongue here, there and everywhere, breathing hotly into your pussy. His knees ache, his cock leaks, but he couldn't care less, he ignores his weeping, dribbling cock in favour of suckling on your sweet pussy. He whines into your folds, his noises muted in short staccatos following his tongue movements. He wraps his lips over your weeping cunny, fucking his tongue into your hole, his teeth threaten to bite into your achey folds.
You wriggle your hips into his face grinding back on his tongue. His fingers speed up on your clit, his tongue rubs hard against your inner walls. You whine and writhe of his tongue, legs shaking, threatening to collapse as you reach another orgasm. Itto buries himself deep into your pussy, curling his tongue in just the right way, urging your sweetness out of you. You cum again, clit pulsing hard, cunny clenching on his tongue. You cream again, messing all over his chin, he whines and groans and praises you so sweetly.
"S' a good girl.. my pretty girl… sweet girl n' her sweet pussy.. jus' for me.." He babbles into your cunt.
He flips you, laying you on the table, towering over your form, pinning you down before fucking his tongue into your messy little pussy again. You cry and sob and grip on to his long horns, pulling him closer into your cunt. You hump and grind into his mouth, wrapping your pretty thighs around his ears. Itto's eyes roll back, spitting and kissing into you, lapping drunkenly at your sweet, sweet cunny.
Than Gods for his stamina and insatiable hunger. He could not get enough of your sweet taste on his tongue. He was addicted, drunk and drugged on you, fucked stupid and he hadnt even touched his weeping achey cock yet. He could spend all night lapping at your sweet pussy. Maybe he will.