They foreplay for a bit

Soon, they were **** to stop for breaths. Panting, they didn’t waste time talking to each other –every second that passed between them was precious, and to be conserved only for savoring and indulging each other. Renji roughly grabbed the hem of Rangiku’s kimono and forcefully pulled them to the side, leaving her curvaceous figure exposed and open before him, her ample bosom falling out of its confines prettily, igniting his hunger. Granted, he had always wanted to know how Rangiku would taste like. She had always been such a tease – and it was now his chance to ever get back at her by savoring her body, once and for all.

"So that's what they look like, in god they are huge!" Renji said.

Renji lowered his head and opened his mouth, burying his face in Rangiku’s generous breasts. He licked and bit at Rangiku’s one nipple and used his thumb and forefinger to softly massage and pinch the other, stroking and squeezing her breasts every once in a while. Every stroke, ever gentle suction at his nipples, heightened Ichigo’s arousal further and further. Half of him felt a **** need to be filled in, to feel Renji’s bulging cock inside him. And half of him was getting more intrigued at the way female body worked, at how much pleasure this brought him – probably even more than being a man – which turned him on even more. He felt himself growing wet, so wet that it reached his inner thighs, and he adjusted his position, parting his legs to keep them from sticking together.

"Wow this feeling is new and shocking for me, they feel good" Ichigo said as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

Renji’s hand left her breast to locate the cleavage where her thighs meet. With a skillful pair of fingers he parted her folds, and rubbed Ichigo from outside the thin fabric that was Rangiku’s panties. Smirking, he pulled her panties to the side, leaving enough room for his fingers to slip in and tease her enchanting wetness, causing Ichigo’s soul in her body to elicit a rasp, hoarse moan. Ichigo was somewhat more intrigued by Rangiku’s body’s response to pleasure – it was both involuntary and internal, all yearning thoughts, jerking hips, flowing juices. It was incredible just how much could be conveyed while not even a word was spoken between them – only moans and panting breaths, fingers exploring every nook and cranny of the others’ body, their bodies slick with sweat. It wasn’t until a few moments later that Ichigo noticed what Renji was trying to do to him – he had made Ichigo lie down on the tatami mat on his back, having stripped him in Rangiku’s body off his clothes. Lying bare beneath him, Ichigo notice Renji had pulled both of Rangiku’s arms up, holding them together by the wrists. Then, Ichigo felt a rope being tied to his wrists, before being attached securely to a place above his head. He tried to see it, but Renji wasn’t letting him diverge his attention too much. He had positioned himself between Ichigo’s legs, pulling him by the nook of his knee, spreading Rangiku’s legs and propping them on either one of his shoulders.

"Now time for the main event" Renji said.

He started off slowly, tracing his long finger on the outer edge of Ichigo’s wet, slick entrance. Ichigo’s breath started to quicken, his arms pulled against the restraint, his back arching off the tatami, which was already damp from his sweat. Smirking at Ichigo’s impatience, Renji dug two fingers just below Rangiku’s mound of flesh, then started massaging it in a slow circular motion. The movement was sensual dan deeply satisfying that it made Ichigo’s breath shudder, his whole body involuntarily shivered at Renji’s magnificent play. “Good?” Renji asked, but Ichigo only could manage a nod, biting his lips to suppress his moans. He didn’t know if it was always this good being a woman, or if Renji was exceptionally good. Either way, he really enjoyed it, perhaps much more than he should be – if the soaking wetness between his legs was a sign. As if he knew this, Renji took his time playing with Rangiku’s body. His talented fingers began to glide, teasing around her wet, moist opening just enough to keep Ichigo shuddering and panting, helpless before him.

“Just got it over already enter me” Ichigo begged through clenched teeth, but Renji wasn’t keen on finishing it so fast. “Not a chance, friend” he smirked. “We still have a long, long way to go…” Truth was, he had been hard for some time but he intended to make her wait. It didn’t make a difference to him now that it was Ichigo’s soul inside Rangiku’s body – it was still Rangiku’s voice, moaning at his touch. It was still her body shuddering at the pleasure, and when he spoke, it was still Rangiku’s voice begging to enter her. Renji enjoyed teasing him, to see just how much he could endure, to make him wait until he was **** to feel him inside – Renji was all determined to make the wait incredibly painful for Ichigo, that when he finally entered him, it would have been an enormous pleasure beyond anything Ichigo, or Rangiku’s body for that matter, had ever felt. Just thinking about it turned him on completely