...a kiss near his ear, rolling her hips once more. "Do you want to..." Her voice was a breathy whisper, sending chills up and down his spine as she began to expertly remove his boxers with one hand, tracing his muscles with the other.
"I...don't know how..." Shamefully, he looked away when her eyes met his. But the goddess shook her head, flipping them so he was on top. She'd managed to get his boxers off, quite easy it was. He may have said he didn't want to in the past, but he was willing nonetheless. And you definitely can't rape the willing.
"I'll guide you." Yoruichi smiled, sliding her fingers along his erect length. Ichigo gasped, hardening more in her smooth hands.
"Yoruichi..." He whispered, feeling her finger tips brush over the tip of his cock. The dark skinned beauty smirked, sliding his dick in between her folds before resting his tip at her center. His eyes met hers and she nodded.
Crashing their lips together, Ichigo slid himself into her, using one deep and hard thrust to insert himself fully within her. Yoruichi broke away from his lips to gasp and moan loudly as he did.
"Ah...Yoruichi..." He whispered, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he felt her walls contract around...