Tomoe getting dicked down

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap-!

Behind the doors was the gorgeous Tomoe Gozen and the noble Yoshinaka engaging in the most intense rutting of his life. Immediately, through the tiny crack of the door, Ritsuka's smelled the foul odour of sex and sweat.

"Oh! Oh~! Oh! Oh! Oh looord~♡! Yoshinaka! Yoshinaka~♡!! You're so deep!"

Yoshinaka, for the most part, was quiet. Besides the loud echoes of pelvis against ass cheeks, he was completely focused on fucking Tomoe. His cock drilled into her repeatedly.

Did people from feudal Japan really fuck like this...?

Everybody knew porn was fake, so...what was this? Was the rutting of two Heroic Spirits simply superior? Was it that transcendent? Was it that out of reach for Ritsuka?

Yoshinaka's girthy cock stretched Tomoe's cunt. While he could see its impressive length, seven inches long, it would be stupid to mention how thick it was. Because it was REALLY thick. There was Ritsuka, there were normal penises, there were coke cans, and then there was Yoshinaka's thick penis. It was on another level. Ritsuka couldn't believe the difference between him and the other male.

There was no doubt about it: if Ritsuka was in his position, he wouldn't have gotten Tomoe to reach such a state of completeness. The shaking, the chain of orgasms, the proclamations...

"Amazing! Amazing! It's like your cock never left, my looord! My lord! My lord~♡!!"

SCHLAP! SCHLAP! SCHLAP! SCHLAP!

"Harder! Harder! We've been apart so long~♡! I can't wait for another cock! Cock~♡!"

Yoshinaka went faster. Harder. He slammed into her like she was his fucktoy. Her cunt was orgasming like crazy, leaking fluids without reservation.

And Yoshinaka hadn't even cum yet!

Her legs were shaking, her arms collapsed and she was **** to be the recipient. Yoshinaka held her ass tightly as he fucked her in this downwards doggy-style. The mattress creaked. The springs sounded like they were about to break.

Tomoe's eyes...

"I love you, my lord! I love you~♡!! I! Love! Youuuu! Your phallus is reaching my womb! Please! Please! It's so gooood~! You're so goood~!"

Hearts. Love. Desire. Her pupils were transformed into a dutiful wife's. Ritsuka gulped. No wonder Tomoe raved on about her husband, he was godly in the art of sex. Forget strategy and the Battle of Kurikara, Yoshinaka's true domain was in the bedroom.

Tomoe's face were streaked with tears of joy. Of delight. Of impossible happiness.

Ritsuka was rooted to the spot. His pants tightened. Someone could potentially catch him spying on his own servants...