Ichigo jerks off using powerful imagination

Ichigo was overwhelmed with lust, of likes he's never felt before, he had a taste of sex and now he wanted more. This was a feeling so new to Ichigo, it's as if his body was melting and bottled up. Little did he now that sex with the busty arrancar has sparked something more primal deep inside him. A feeling of lust burned out from inside him, he was suddenly put under a state of semi realistic imagination as his hands start to jerk his dick on pure instinct. He closed his eyes in the shower as his wildest fantasy played out in his head like a lucid dream.

Aah… Ichigo! Aaah…!!

Ichigo shuddered as he remembered the way Harribel moaned as he fondled her breasts and sucked her nipples, massaging her, stroking her, pleasuring her... It was turning him on to see her so wet, surrendering to his every touch. It seemed to give him some kind of power, and confidence… it made him feel good about himself Against his better judgment, and much to his amazement, he found himself jerking harder. And though he felt himself flushing with embarrassment, he soon remembered what Urahara had said – to not be limited by his own constraints.

"Whatever could that mean?" Ichigo thought as suddenly, he felt as though a whole new energy had surged from deep within him. And then, as though in a dream, he heard Orihime’s voice speak to him from the back of his mind.

“Kurosaki-kun!”

“Inoue…,” he muttered, then he blinked a few times. It was as if he could see her naked body, standing in front of him there in the shower, her wet hair sticking to the side of her face – her ample bosom looked supple and soft, curving into a line that merged with her small waist, down to her large hips. Beneath her belly button, he could see her dark underbelly, the pubic hair nestled between her thighs – he wanted to part them, wanted to taste her down there… He watched as though in a slow motion, Orihime drew closer to him, pressing her ample bosom to his chest, then whispered on his ears.

“I want you to make me feel good, Kurosaki-kun.”

“Inoue-san…,” he started, but she shushed him. “Just relax,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him with a swirly, gentle tongue movement that made him all dizzy. Ichigo felt his blood rushing down, erection grew thicker and pressed hard against her belly. Orihime smiled, knowing he’s aroused, and took his penis in her hand. Enveloping them with her slender fingers, she began to stroke up and down. “Let me do this for you,” she said.

Carefully, Orihime dropped to her knees. Then, opening her mouth, she took in all of his length. Her head moved in rhythm, forward and backward, her wet long hair plastered to the side of her face. Her finger vigorously matched the rhythm, moving in sync with her tongue and her mouth. Ichigo couldn’t help but let out a low groan. He didn’t know how it was possible, but Orihime’s each stroke felt like it was even better than before. It’s like she’s growing, constantly learning of how to pleasure him, and every single time, with each stroke of her hand, and the gentle movement of her tongue, her technique was one step closer to perfection.

“Inoue-san,” he panted. “Stop it. You’re going to make me come…” Ichigo said lost in his imagianation as his arms stroked his cock.

“That we can’t do, Ichigo,” said another voice.