Watching her back arch, Shikaji let one of his hands run down the length of her spine, tracing the curvature as he felt her insides squeeze around him. He grunted again, exhaling softly through his nose as he did his best, out of habit more than anything, to try and stifle his own voice. Slowly, he withdrew his length from her, sliding out until his tip was only just barely inside her, before thrusting himself in again, burying himself to the hilt. Without missing a beat, he withdrew again, and then slid in again, slipping into a steady, familiar rhythm, having already had a chance to get used to the tightness of her rear earlier that day. While the feelings were still somewhat new, and incredibly intense, he had a better idea of what to expect now, and was better able to control himself while inside her, having slipped more easily into a steady rhythm of pounding that had taken him several moments to establish during their previous session.
The sound of skin smacking on skin filled the air, echoing each time Shikaji brought his hips to his wife's ass. The noise, too, was pleasant in its own way; a testament to what their activities. This definitely would have gotten us caught if I didn't distract that woman, he thought to himself. Fuck, it might still get us caught. He wasn't sure if their volume was currently, or would end up, reaching a fever pitch that would alert an employee, or even a wandering customer, but at this point, buried so deeply in his wife, Shikaji couldn't muster the will to care. The only thing he could focus on was the steadily increasing pace with which he was nailing Junko against the wall. His thrusts were getting faster, harder, as he went, growing even more and more accustomed to the feeling of being inside her rear end. Little grunts and groans of pleasure left his lips in short order, even despite his attempts to control his volume. It was, admittedly, as Junko could likely tell, the best that he had ever felt during their various sessions of intercourse. A new favorite position.
Seeking to occupy his hands, one of them came to rest naturally on one of Junko's large, heaving breasts. They were certainly his favorite, and his hand fondled the flesh almost naturally, flicking over and pinching her nipple in the way that he knew from experience now that she enjoyed. Meanwhile, his other hand slid down her stomach, tracing around her hip before dipping between her legs, two of his fingers pressing against her wet slit, rubbing her clit as if to say that he hadn't forgotten about her other, needy hole. Leaning forward, pressing closer against her, his chest pressing against Junko's back, he could feel himself reach even deeper inside her now, scraping against her walls in a movement that caused the loudest grunt of pleasure from the redhead that his wife had ever heard. He pressed his lips against her ear, whispering huskily into it. "Your body is so fucking amazing."
Life's a balance, you can feel it in your soul,
Time's a challenge, you can't be in control,
I will manage to bring peace to the world,
And I, will turn your heart into gold.