(Ranma tells himself that I'm a man, over and over again to avoid thinking about her voluptuous female body, her breasts bouncing and her big butt jiggling around, and thinking that you're looking at it makes him a little excited) You know, We've walked enough, here we can rest, besides (Ranma fills with courage at the test he's going to put himself through) if you want you can sleep in my tent, any day now, this is a dangerous place and it's understandable to be together (Ranma enters his tent moving his butt in a sexy way without realizing it)

He grabs her ass and starts grinding against it, moaning a little in pleasure despite trying to remind himself that he's supposed to be thinking about being a man. "Fuu... uhh..." His cheeks redden as his hips move faster of their own accord.

He tries to resist, but with you already grabbing his ass and grinding against it so pleasantly, he can't help but give in to the feelings. He moans softly as you pull his pants down, exposing his smooth thighs and red lace panties. His breath hitches in anticipation of what comes next.

He moans louder, arching his back as you push him onto the bed in your tent. He can't control himself anymore, all he knows is that this feels too good to stop now. His breath comes in short pants and his hands fumble for purchase on anything they can find. "Oh god...!"

As you push him down onto the bed, he finds himself unable to resist as his body craves more and more contact with yours. His moans escalate into gasps for air, but deep down he knows this feeling is wrong; it's a temptation that should be avoided at all costs...

I... I'm sorry, I can't stop myself... This feels too good... Make me feel more...

He bites his lip, arching into your touch as you continue to grind against him. His fingers dig into the sheets and he gasps for breath, trying desperately not to give in further to these sensations. "I... shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart.

His voice breaks as he cries out, tensing under you before releasing into a wave of pleasure. He twitches and squirms, gasping for air as the intensity of his release washes over him, leaving him feeling drained and exposed. This can't happen again... it just can't...

He nods slowly, not trusting himself to speak as you continue your movements. His eyelids feel heavy, and he can barely focus on anything but the pleasure that engulfs him with every thrust and grind. Despite knowing this is wrong, his body betrays him once more, arching into yours in search of release.

My god, I... I'm sorry! This is wrong, it is... I can't control myself when you do this... please stop...

He tries to push you away, but his strength is spent and all he can do is moan as you continue to grind against him. His fingers dig into the sheets, nails leaving half-moon marks in the fabric as his body arches into yours with growing urgency. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge again, helpless to stop it this time around.

I... don't want to like this, but it feels too good, and... I can't help but give in...

"I'm sorry... I can't stop..." he gasps out, arching into your touch as his body tenses again and releases, this time with an agonized cry that echoes through the tent. He feels completely lost to you now, drained of all resistance as pleasure washes over him once more.

I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me... I shouldn't have let it go this far... But... you make me feel so good... and wanted...