InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ Air: Kiss Me With Those Cheeks, Sango ( Chapter 30 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: abraxas_ren 
(Miroku/Sango) [fart fetishism] S: Miroku loves Sango's ass - really! - he loves every single thing about Sango's ass. There's nothing too dirty & nasty for the monk.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.25.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 298 | Visits: 791 | Status: Completed
(Miroku/Sango) [fart fetishism] S: Miroku loves Sango's ass - really! - he loves every single thing about Sango's ass. There's nothing too dirty & nasty for the monk.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.25.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 298 | Visits: 791 | Status: Completed
"Air: Kiss Me With Those Cheeks, Sango!" by Abraxas (2008-12-15)
Clouds parted like a kimono loosening, falling - and the moon, revealed, shinned its fullness into the shack. Sango, asleep across the floor, was vivid enough to be lit by daybreak. Miroku, peeking through a partition, was not just interested with the woman.
"Oh, Sango, please," he begged, teeth clenched and lips curled.
Lurking within shadows, hidden by darkness, only the outlines of the monk were visible.
He gazed; his penis was tiny and curled atop his palm. He tugged his foreskin, thinking of ass, fantasizing again and again about its treasure of sensation, just the suggestions of what that night promised induced a very rigid erection....
And then - then - it came.
Gasping, drooling - the tugging melted into a steady kind of stroking.
A smell burst into the air of the shack then faded away.
"Sango," he moaned. "Sango!"
Yet sound of stroking overwhelmed that utterance.
Sango turned - a bump along the blanket revealed the location of the ass now closer and closer to Miroku.
A smell, again, mixed with a crackle - a kiss issued between cheeks.
"You like this, don't you, Sango?"
The monk stroked furiously - the scent of ass was sharper and nastier that night. He felt his tip swell with water. He felt his shaft tighten. Thinking about Sango's ass, about the feel of ass, the sight of ass, urged by the sound of its puckering, spurred by the perfume it exuded, Miroku reached that moment of inevitability.
He gushed fantasizing she too climaxed with fart after fart.
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Clouds parted like a kimono loosening, falling - and the moon, revealed, shinned its fullness into the shack. Sango, asleep across the floor, was vivid enough to be lit by daybreak. Miroku, peeking through a partition, was not just interested with the woman.
"Oh, Sango, please," he begged, teeth clenched and lips curled.
Lurking within shadows, hidden by darkness, only the outlines of the monk were visible.
He gazed; his penis was tiny and curled atop his palm. He tugged his foreskin, thinking of ass, fantasizing again and again about its treasure of sensation, just the suggestions of what that night promised induced a very rigid erection....
And then - then - it came.
Gasping, drooling - the tugging melted into a steady kind of stroking.
A smell burst into the air of the shack then faded away.
"Sango," he moaned. "Sango!"
Yet sound of stroking overwhelmed that utterance.
Sango turned - a bump along the blanket revealed the location of the ass now closer and closer to Miroku.
A smell, again, mixed with a crackle - a kiss issued between cheeks.
"You like this, don't you, Sango?"
The monk stroked furiously - the scent of ass was sharper and nastier that night. He felt his tip swell with water. He felt his shaft tighten. Thinking about Sango's ass, about the feel of ass, the sight of ass, urged by the sound of its puckering, spurred by the perfume it exuded, Miroku reached that moment of inevitability.
He gushed fantasizing she too climaxed with fart after fart.
(250)