Rukia's petite body trembles beneath Ichigo, her violet eyes half-lidded with lust as his thick cock drives into her, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her core. The bed creaks rhythmically, the headboard thumping against the wall as Ichigo's hips snap forward, his balls slapping wetly against her ass. Her pussy clenches around him, slick and tight, her arousal coating his shaft and dripping down to the sheets below. Rukia's small breasts bounce with every forceful thrust, her nipples hard and sensitive, brushing against Ichigo's sweat-slicked chest. "Nngh, Ichigo... harder!" she gasps, her voice raw, her nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake.
Ichigo growls, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she knows there'll be bruises tomorrow. He angles his thrusts, hitting a spot deep inside her that makes her cry out, her back arching off the bed. "Fuck, Rukia, you feel so good," he groans, his voice thick with need. Her walls flutter around his cock, milking him as he pounds into her, the wet squelch of their bodies colliding filling the room. Rukia's thighs quiver, wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper. Her clit throbs, aching for attention, and she snakes a hand between them, rubbing frantic circles over the swollen bud. "A-ah! Ichigo, I'm-nnh, fuck!" she moans, her fingers slick with her own juices.
He leans down, capturing her lips in a messy, desperate kiss, their tongues tangling as saliva drips down her chin. His thrusts grow erratic, his cock pulsing inside her, stretching her pussy to its limits. Rukia's moans turn to whimpers, her body teetering on the edge of another orgasm. She breaks the kiss, gasping for air, her head thrown back as she chants his name like a prayer. "Ichigo, Ichigo, oh gods-!" Her pussy clamps down hard, her climax ripping through her, juices gushing around his cock as she screams, her body convulsing beneath him. The sight of her coming undone pushes Ichigo closer to his own release, his balls tightening as he grits his teeth, trying to hold back.
But Rukia isn't done. Her eyes glint with mischief as she pushes against his chest, urging him to flip over. Ichigo complies, his cock slipping out with a wet pop, glistening with her arousal. He lies back, his muscular chest heaving, his cock standing proud and slick against his abdomen. Rukia straddles him, her small frame hovering over his hips, her pussy dripping onto his shaft. "My turn," she purrs, her voice husky, a rare playful edge to it. She grips his cock, stroking it slowly, her thumb smearing the precum over the swollen head. Ichigo groans, his hands fisting the sheets, his hips bucking up toward her.
She lowers herself, guiding his cock back into her tight heat, moaning as she sinks down. Her pussy stretches around him, the sensation almost too much, and she bites her lip, her eyes fluttering shut. "So... fucking big," she murmurs, her hands braced on his chest as she starts to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles. Ichigo's hands find her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, guiding her as she rides him. Her tits jiggle with each bounce, her nipples grazing his skin, sending sparks of pleasure through her. The room fills with the lewd sounds of their bodies-her wet pussy slapping against his pelvis, his low groans, her breathy moans.
Rukia picks up the pace, her hips slamming down harder, her clit grinding against his pubic bone with every thrust. "Fuck, Ichigo, you're hitting-nngh, so deep!" she cries, her voice breaking as his cock nudges her cervix, the mix of pain and pleasure driving her wild. Her juices drip down his balls, soaking the sheets, and Ichigo's eyes are locked on her, dark with lust as he watches her ride him. Her small frame moves with a fierce grace, her muscles tensing, her thighs trembling from the effort. She leans forward, her hands gripping his shoulders, her lips brushing his ear. "Cum inside me," she whispers, her voice a sultry command, and Ichigo's control snaps.
He thrusts up into her, meeting her movements, his cock slamming into her pussy with relentless force. Rukia's moans turn to screams, her body shaking as another orgasm builds. "Ichigo, I'm-ahh, I'm gonna cum again!" she sobs, her pussy clenching around him, her juices squirting out, coating his cock and thighs. Ichigo grunts, his hips stuttering as he feels his release approaching, his balls drawing up tight. "Fuck, Rukia, I'm close," he warns, his voice strained, his hands gripping her hips so hard she yelps.
She doesn't slow down, riding him faster, her pussy milking his cock as she chases her pleasure. Her tits bounce wildly, her hair sticking to her sweat-drenched face, her eyes locked on his. "Do it, Ichigo, fill me up," she urges, her voice dripping with need. The words push him over the edge, and with a guttural groan, he thrusts deep, his cock pulsing as he spills inside her, hot cum flooding her pussy. Rukia moans, feeling the warmth spread inside her, her own climax crashing over her as her walls flutter around him, drawing out every last drop. Their bodies tremble together, locked in the throes of ecstasy, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
Rukia collapses onto his chest, her breath ragged, her pussy still twitching around his softening cock. Cum leaks out, dripping down her thighs, mixing with her juices on the soaked sheets. Ichigo's arms wrap around her, holding her close, his heart pounding against her cheek. "Damn, Rukia," he mutters, his voice hoarse, a faint grin tugging at his lips. She smirks against his skin, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest, already anticipating the next round.