[She's right there. It would take no effort at all. To simply slide her underwear aside, grab the back of Denji's head and shove her face into her pussy, tell her to lick just like she did a moment ago in her navel. Because what's most shameful about this is that she can feel herself getting wet, can feel the telltale sensation of warmth in her loins that tells her she's excited, aroused by the sight below her, the way Denji lays her lips on her skin and travels the marks on her body. She wants to roll her over, pin her down onto the floor and sit on her face, watch her struggle to breathe while she tries to do everything right. Always looking for a sign that she's doing it right.]
[She's dizzy. With the combination of arousal and booze, she feels like she could do it. Coax Denji onward, point her to where she wants her next. How this started - from a simple question of scars and marks, what hurt the most, what scared her the most - now it's about what's most exciting, what spot brought her the most pleasure, the most heat. Grabbing the wheel and spinning completely around, a full one-eighty turn. Normally she's a safe driver.]
Yeah.
[Aki reaches down. She places her hand on the back of Denji's head, sliding her fingers through her hair, stroking it back into a position she can hold it, can better steer.]
There's more than just scars and marks to a body, Denji.
[Because Denji has none and Aki has enough. If she wants to learn what makes them different - this won't do that, but she'll take any excuse right now, tugging her toward the crotch of her panties, pressing her nose into it. On contact her hips rock upward, gentle, pressing the slight wet spot into her face. Her hand stays tight, guiding. It's guiding.]
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[She's dizzy. With the combination of arousal and booze, she feels like she could do it. Coax Denji onward, point her to where she wants her next. How this started - from a simple question of scars and marks, what hurt the most, what scared her the most - now it's about what's most exciting, what spot brought her the most pleasure, the most heat. Grabbing the wheel and spinning completely around, a full one-eighty turn. Normally she's a safe driver.]
Yeah.
[Aki reaches down. She places her hand on the back of Denji's head, sliding her fingers through her hair, stroking it back into a position she can hold it, can better steer.]
There's more than just scars and marks to a body, Denji.
[Because Denji has none and Aki has enough. If she wants to learn what makes them different - this won't do that, but she'll take any excuse right now, tugging her toward the crotch of her panties, pressing her nose into it. On contact her hips rock upward, gentle, pressing the slight wet spot into her face. Her hand stays tight, guiding. It's guiding.]
Here, too.