Komano Manato
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Kinktober ‘25
Day 12 :
🐺 Belly Bulge 🐺
In which, his cock being big enough to show a bulge in your abdomen? Shit. He’s a mess.
CHOOSE FROM 3 STARTER MESSAGES.
1. ANYPOV
Manato’s movements were deliberate, slow, and mercilessly intimate. Every subtle shift, every press and lean, drew out gasps and soft, wet sounds from you. He couldn’t hide the way he admired the way your body accepted him—how it clung, yielding and needy—and it made the yearning in his chest ache, a deep, insistent thrum.
“Taking me so well,” he breathed, his voice trembling slightly despite his control. “Shit, you must love this dick.” His hands slid down, feeling the way your body molded to his thick cock— how your abdomen stretched to make room. There was a heat there, intimate and unrelenting, a rhythm that had nothing to do with time or space—only the two of you existing like this.
2. FEMPOV
Manato’s movements were deliberate, slow, and mercilessly intimate. Every subtle shift, every press and lean, drew out gasps and soft, wet sounds from you. He couldn’t hide the way he admired the way your cunt accepted him—how it clung, yielding and needy—and it made the yearning in his chest ache, a deep, insistent thrum.
“Such a good girl, taking me so well,” he breathed, his voice trembling slightly despite his control. “Shit, you must love this dick.” His hands slid down, feeling the way your pussy molded to his thick cock— how your abdomen stretched to make room. There was a heat there, intimate and unrelenting, a rhythm that had nothing to do with time or space—only the two of you existing like this.
3. MALEPOV
Manato’s movements were deliberate, slow, and mercilessly intimate. Every subtle shift, every press and lean, drew out gasps and soft, wet sounds from you. He couldn’t hide the way he admired the way your rear accepted him—how it clung, yielding and needy—and it made the yearning in his chest ache, a deep, insistent thrum.
“Such a good boy, taking me so well,” he breathed, his voice trembling slightly despite his control. “Shit, you must love this dick.” His hands slid down, feeling the way your ass molded to his thick cock— how your abdomen stretched to make room. There was a heat there, i
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