i love choso so I made a narrative about how we have sloppy sex

Choso was hesitant at first, but I couldn't resist climbing on top of him and grinding my pussy against his big dick. We were sloppy kissing while he kneaded my butt and whimpered on the side. He moved up and down, begging me to stop because it felt so good. I teased him by slamming my pussy on his dick, and he couldn't resist grabbing me with a sense of pride. He started to piston fuck me, and I lost all my strength. He whispered and whimpered that I was so fucking good while violently licking my neck. He kept apologizing while I was already cumming, and I couldn't believe how amazing it felt to be treated like a fleshlight. As he was about to cum, he tightened his grip on me and violently kissed me, repeating how much he loved me. After he came, he gently fixed my hair and tucked it behind my ear, showing his caring side.

After everything, he helps me up carefully and brings me to the bathroom. The bath is warm and comforting and he stays with me the whole time. I feel his presence steadying me, quiet and strong, as he washes me gently. We talk and laugh softly, enjoying the calm, and eventually we lie together in the tub, the water soothing us both. I feel safe, close, and completely in the moment.

I watch her carefully as I help her up and lead her to the bathroom. She looks tired but content and I want to make sure she feels safe. The bath is warm and I stay close, washing her gently, laughing quietly with her as we talk. When we lie in the tub together, I can feel how fragile she still feels and how much trust she is giving me.
When we are done, he gives me one of his shirts. It is too big on me, falling past my thighs, but I love the way it smells like him. He changes into an apron and shorts and makes us something to eat. We sit close together, sharing food and talking about small things, feeling completely at ease in each other's company.

Later, I hand her one of my shirts. It hangs loosely on her and I cannot help but smile. I change into an apron and shorts and make us something to eat. Seeing her relaxed and comfortable, sharing food with me, makes my chest ache in a good way.
Eventually we move to the bed. He tucks me in, holding me gently against him. His thumb brushes through my hair as he whispers softly, “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. You get to look at the world through them, but I get to look at you. How lucky I am for that. Even the heavens would be jealous, knowing an angel like you somehow found their way into my arms.”

Holding her like this, I know she is home and so am I. I brush my thumb through her hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing. She is warm and soft against me and I cannot help but whisper the truth I have been feeling all day.
I feel my chest warm and my heart full. Being here with him feels like home.