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“When are you going to start paying attention to me!?” Mashiro asks, placing her hands on her hips. Kensei waves her off, turning his attention back to the magazine in his hand. “Kensei!”
“When I’m good and ready,” he says, doing his best to block out the way she pouts. It’s honestly hard for him not to smile, knowing the face she’s making. Fucking with her is way too much fun, and he knows she’ll get him right back for this later. Or, now, more often than not.
The next thing Kensei knows, she’s barreling into him, her weight crashing against him. He groans, feeling her shift him onto his back, and soon enough, she’s sitting on him, magazine in hand.
“Now!” she says, adamantly, and Kensei sighs.
Letting her get her way after stunts like this is exactly why she keeps doing them, but he really can’t help it. He reaches up, placing a hand on the back of her head and pulling her down against him. He kisses her, pushing his tongue into the heat of her mouth. She doesn’t pull back, letting him work his tongue in further, just taking his deep, passionate kiss before she finally breaks away, giggling.
“Wow, you were easier than usual today!” she teases, and Kensei glares up at her. She always knows just what buttons to push to piss him off, but that’s fine. He wouldn’t have it any other way. Mashiro can feel exactly what sitting on him has done, she can feel his erection beneath her, and she knows what’s coming next.
No doubt she’s just trying to rile him up, so he’ll fuck her that much harder, and that’s just fine by him. In no time, he’s got her clothes off, and he’s thrusting deep inside of her.