[She's still worked up, huh...? Denji's hand slides down her side and she can tell by the way she's begging for instruction, the way she wants Aki to tell her in simple terms how best to proceed, that she wants to proceed. Her cunt still feels raw from all the attention she just got to it, but Denji always bounces back from anything way too fast. It's so annoying, how her body never allows for a moment of rest.]
...Come here.
[With that, she rolls onto her back, flat on the bed and nodding her head to motion Denji over her. Instead of curling up side by side, this position will give her a better handle on her. Will allow her to flip her over or stop her if she gets too rambunctious. Man, she's always planning for the worst with her, isn't she?]
Up here. Put your knees on either side. [And with that, she motions her down to her lips. Not suffocating begins with not choking, after all.]
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...Come here.
[With that, she rolls onto her back, flat on the bed and nodding her head to motion Denji over her. Instead of curling up side by side, this position will give her a better handle on her. Will allow her to flip her over or stop her if she gets too rambunctious. Man, she's always planning for the worst with her, isn't she?]
Up here. Put your knees on either side. [And with that, she motions her down to her lips. Not suffocating begins with not choking, after all.]