She may have eyed Aki's lean figure once or twice after a training session in the past, watched overly close at how her stomach stretched and strained with each movement, lingered too long whenever she'd fix her hair up, sweat clearing down her irritatingly long nape, sure, who cares. She still doesn't think she likes girls. Not even when she's twitching a finger against her clit, imagining the pulse of something thicker and slicker and prettier, a rouged mouth leaving spit prints against the lips of her pussy, blue eyes fogging up her vision.
But she doesn't hate Aki, either. Doesn't — can't hate being here, so close to a flexing, aching cunt warming her face, within reach of her tongue, or even the idea that in a couple of moments Aki could be knuckle-deep inside of her, pumping her fingers, a puzzle that can only be solved with brute force. A little bit of elbow grease. Not when just thinking about her hands turns her on, electrifies her nerves, makes her crotch sore for friction, a good wrench to screw her runny pipes.
Denji isn't even being dragged down this time. It's her own eagerness that lurches her forward too aggressive, eyes watering, choking and wheezing on the full presence of Aki's vulva pressed into her mouth, licking up her seam, the hard arch of hips slamming into her front teeth. She doesn't like girls, but she likes that. Likes the sound of Aki's airless sounds flooding her ears, likes how it feels to flatten palm up her heaving curves, groping at the underside of her breast. Feels as plush and full as she always knew it would be. ]
Mm — take this off. [ It's exciting seeing the imprint of her nipples poking through her shirt, bob with pleasure, but she wants more. Always wants more. ] You… didn't lemme look long 'nuff before.
[ That's enough talking. Her drenched chin tries to tilt back into rhythm with Aki's rocking, tongue finally breaching her insides. The taste is sweeter. Strange and addictive — it's not something she can buy at the convenience store or find in any old restaurant. It's better. ]
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She may have eyed Aki's lean figure once or twice after a training session in the past, watched overly close at how her stomach stretched and strained with each movement, lingered too long whenever she'd fix her hair up, sweat clearing down her irritatingly long nape, sure, who cares. She still doesn't think she likes girls. Not even when she's twitching a finger against her clit, imagining the pulse of something thicker and slicker and prettier, a rouged mouth leaving spit prints against the lips of her pussy, blue eyes fogging up her vision.
But she doesn't hate Aki, either. Doesn't — can't hate being here, so close to a flexing, aching cunt warming her face, within reach of her tongue, or even the idea that in a couple of moments Aki could be knuckle-deep inside of her, pumping her fingers, a puzzle that can only be solved with brute force. A little bit of elbow grease. Not when just thinking about her hands turns her on, electrifies her nerves, makes her crotch sore for friction, a good wrench to screw her runny pipes.
Denji isn't even being dragged down this time. It's her own eagerness that lurches her forward too aggressive, eyes watering, choking and wheezing on the full presence of Aki's vulva pressed into her mouth, licking up her seam, the hard arch of hips slamming into her front teeth. She doesn't like girls, but she likes that. Likes the sound of Aki's airless sounds flooding her ears, likes how it feels to flatten palm up her heaving curves, groping at the underside of her breast. Feels as plush and full as she always knew it would be. ]
Mm — take this off. [ It's exciting seeing the imprint of her nipples poking through her shirt, bob with pleasure, but she wants more. Always wants more. ] You… didn't lemme look long 'nuff before.
[ That's enough talking. Her drenched chin tries to tilt back into rhythm with Aki's rocking, tongue finally breaching her insides. The taste is sweeter. Strange and addictive — it's not something she can buy at the convenience store or find in any old restaurant. It's better. ]