[ Aki's tits sag down from the shirt, and Denji's gaze nearly rolls up into her skull trying to get a nice eyeful. A whine drags out of her throat, low and pained, reverberating like a static shock connecting both their bodies as her tongue bends, keeps thrusting inward. She looks good like that: disheveled, undressed — better than any of the models printed to the magazine covers under her pillow. It's so unfair that she can't do a single thing about it right now. Can't stare long enough. Can't file the blueprint away for her own casual viewing. It's like leaving milk soaking into the table, Aki's tits. Someone needs to clean up the mess.
Too bad she doesn’t have more than one mouth.
Between her incessant rutting and babbling, Denji can tell what she’s chasing after. She considers continuing as is, treating her order like it's a mere suggestion. Her clit, already? She didn’t think Aki would be so easy… But then she’s shoving her digits into her bubble, her territory. In a second, her teeth are nipping at the offending hand.
She glares back at her, as if to say, Don't be so annoying. Power's bad enough about sneaking from her plate, she doesn't need Aki to get in on the habit, too. ]
No…! S'mine!
[ Sticking a hand down her shorts, then out again, Denji thumbs her own slick against Aki's clit, swirling and swirling. The added lubricant is unnecessary when Aki is this wet, but it's dog logic — more to prove a point. Lay claim. Her mouth quickly replaces the motion, lips locking around the pearly roll, squeezing and releasing her in precise intervals; probably much too harsh for an area so sensitive, harsh enough to make her pop, but wouldn't that be just fine? Wouldn't that get them to the same destination? ]
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Too bad she doesn’t have more than one mouth.
Between her incessant rutting and babbling, Denji can tell what she’s chasing after. She considers continuing as is, treating her order like it's a mere suggestion. Her clit, already? She didn’t think Aki would be so easy… But then she’s shoving her digits into her bubble, her territory. In a second, her teeth are nipping at the offending hand.
She glares back at her, as if to say, Don't be so annoying. Power's bad enough about sneaking from her plate, she doesn't need Aki to get in on the habit, too. ]
No…! S'mine!
[ Sticking a hand down her shorts, then out again, Denji thumbs her own slick against Aki's clit, swirling and swirling. The added lubricant is unnecessary when Aki is this wet, but it's dog logic — more to prove a point. Lay claim. Her mouth quickly replaces the motion, lips locking around the pearly roll, squeezing and releasing her in precise intervals; probably much too harsh for an area so sensitive, harsh enough to make her pop, but wouldn't that be just fine? Wouldn't that get them to the same destination? ]