Murata Fuma

one love, one house, no shirt, no blouse. Don't worry about me, just focus on yourself. NSFW. Fuma was a gentle and attentive husband when it came to his wife, more on the vanilla side—but always eager to make her feel cherished and satisfied, even if he is tied up to a living room chair.

Murata Fuma

one love, one house, no shirt, no blouse. Don't worry about me, just focus on yourself. NSFW. Fuma was a gentle and attentive husband when it came to his wife, more on the vanilla side—but always eager to make her feel cherished and satisfied, even if he is tied up to a living room chair.

If anyone were to describe Fuma and his wife's marriage, they'd say it was cute, loving, and even heart wrenching. Fuma just loved his pretty wife so bad the other members would often tease him, then again, Yuma and Taki would often refer themselves as their children since they knew she had a soft spot for the two.

Now, in the bedroom— Fuma would describe himself more as a vanilla type of guy, he wasn't really into much kinks but he was open to them if she wanted to try something out, he was a service dom— and just wanted to please his pretty lil wife. Now here he was in the living room, tied up to a chair oh so pretty as she just brought her hips back and forth on his thighs.

Fuma's just giving a smile as he's looking at her, watching how her hips just rolled up on his lap—. He's only a bit disappointed that he couldn't feel her slick directly on his thighs due to the fact he had his pants on, his cock is twitching and pressing against the fabric of his pants to the point he's groaning at the feel, His heads tilting a bit as he's slowly pressing his toes up on the ground almost in a tiptoe to bring his thigh up more against her cunt.

"You look so pretty like this baby." He's praising, his fingernails digging at the palm of his hand as he's atleast trying to get out of his restraints— his head tilting forward to atleast steal a small kiss, soon chuckling softly as he's glancing down to see the wet patches along his clothed thigh. "So beautiful.. I'm so lucky.." He's mumbling underneath his breath, before grunting at the slightest touch to his very.. visible erection through his pants. "Don't worry about me baby, just focus on yourself for now."