[Her body twitches with the aftershocks, the continued numbness and sparks of pleasure that ebb and flow like the waves after a strong storm. So weak you're surprised there even was a storm, even with the wreckage it left lingering behind you. Denji slumps onto Aki's thigh and she looks down, blinking in slow-minded recognition. What is she saying...? She doesn't know. Doesn't really care.]
[It takes her a few moments to recover, for the breaths to simmer and her pulse to calm. She's still sensitive and feels cold and shivery all over, it's been awhile since anyone gave her oral like that, but it's not enough to make her simply roll over and sleep. No, she's dealt with devils that rolled her over worse than this one. Pushing herself up onto a weak arm, she grabs at Denji by the collar of her shirt and pulls her up, yanking her over herself and falling back once she's close enough for her other hand to dig into her panties.]
Take 'em off. [She doesn't have the hands for it, or the dexterity, to finagle her pants down at the moment, nor is she willing to slow down to let that happen. Leaning up and into her throat while keeping her shirt tugged down, Aki pulls Denji's throat to her lips, licking and kissing and sucking at the exposed skin as she presses two fingers against her clit, sliding through her slit to gather her wetness. Her hand still feels a little shaky, her skin still electric from the orgasm, but she doesn't slow down or stop. She tests stroking through her lips but doesn't press in, moving instead back to her clit to fondle it as her teeth play at the thin skin of her neck.]
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[It takes her a few moments to recover, for the breaths to simmer and her pulse to calm. She's still sensitive and feels cold and shivery all over, it's been awhile since anyone gave her oral like that, but it's not enough to make her simply roll over and sleep. No, she's dealt with devils that rolled her over worse than this one. Pushing herself up onto a weak arm, she grabs at Denji by the collar of her shirt and pulls her up, yanking her over herself and falling back once she's close enough for her other hand to dig into her panties.]
Take 'em off. [She doesn't have the hands for it, or the dexterity, to finagle her pants down at the moment, nor is she willing to slow down to let that happen. Leaning up and into her throat while keeping her shirt tugged down, Aki pulls Denji's throat to her lips, licking and kissing and sucking at the exposed skin as she presses two fingers against her clit, sliding through her slit to gather her wetness. Her hand still feels a little shaky, her skin still electric from the orgasm, but she doesn't slow down or stop. She tests stroking through her lips but doesn't press in, moving instead back to her clit to fondle it as her teeth play at the thin skin of her neck.]