[ All she feels is a current of skin coaxing her inside. Stretching, squirming, digging her close, making her lips flush like she just bit into a juicy nectarine that won't stop leaking all over her chin. And that's fine. She mouths hard at that pink marble, holding it like it’s something she shouldn’t have, like someone will demand she spit it out once they realize — that not only is she a stupid dog, but she's a carnivorous one. Throw her a bone and she'll try to swallow it whole. But even a stupid dog, drowning in its own excess, its own good fortune, can make out something is happening.
Almost misses what it is, exactly, though. She's gotten herself off, but Denji’s never made anyone else come before. Never known that kind of gratification from this proximity. Never been the catalyst, the root of somebody's desire.
Aki makes a hurt sound, and, idiotically, she thinks maybe she really nicked her good. Her tongue swirls around the her bud in staccato strokes like she's tasting for iron, doesn't let up even as Aki's drooling cunt trembles and clenches. Nothing. No blood. Her eyes drift to watch her for some type of signal, another command, but it's that moment she sees it. The contortion of her body, crushed and battered, like a piece of lumber spinning into a tide pool with no way out but down, down, down, and there's Denji riding that current with her, sinking her tongue in right before the wave breaks. Aki could have launched completely upright, shoved her down to hump into her face like it's just a pillow to help take the edge off, and Denji would have thrown herself back for her. A dog laid out in the middle of oncoming traffic with its belly faced up.
When it's over, Denji gives one last excruciating suck before popping back, dazed. Cheek resting on Aki's inner thigh. Well, more like slumped. Crashed out. ]
You… Did you pee a little? Tasted funny. A good funny…
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Almost misses what it is, exactly, though. She's gotten herself off, but Denji’s never made anyone else come before. Never known that kind of gratification from this proximity. Never been the catalyst, the root of somebody's desire.
Aki makes a hurt sound, and, idiotically, she thinks maybe she really nicked her good. Her tongue swirls around the her bud in staccato strokes like she's tasting for iron, doesn't let up even as Aki's drooling cunt trembles and clenches. Nothing. No blood. Her eyes drift to watch her for some type of signal, another command, but it's that moment she sees it. The contortion of her body, crushed and battered, like a piece of lumber spinning into a tide pool with no way out but down, down, down, and there's Denji riding that current with her, sinking her tongue in right before the wave breaks. Aki could have launched completely upright, shoved her down to hump into her face like it's just a pillow to help take the edge off, and Denji would have thrown herself back for her. A dog laid out in the middle of oncoming traffic with its belly faced up.
When it's over, Denji gives one last excruciating suck before popping back, dazed. Cheek resting on Aki's inner thigh. Well, more like slumped. Crashed out. ]
You… Did you pee a little? Tasted funny. A good funny…