[ She didn't expect that to work. At least, not this well or this easy. Kinda makes her wonder if there's a catch to all this, but as Aki flips on her back, beckons her over, all the blood rises to her cheeks. Denji's lecherous stare opens way to curiosity, the kind that can only be quenched by whatever Aki's got in mind.
The stamp of her palms pressing into the mattress as she crawls forward and her own hurried breathing are the only sounds that pound in her ears. A million or so questions rush through her head, calling at her to think this through, that maybe there's some merit to waffling and being indecisive — but no, it's too late. Aki's provided a clear path forward from here, and Denji's already boarding this train, hovering over Aki's face with a swollen, piss-scented labia still leaky from the last time she came. Growing leakier by the second the longer she holds herself over Aki, can taste every velvety exhale on her folds. ]
Like this?
[ Denji's swaying; she's having a hard time keeping herself level and steady-minded with someone's nose barely tickling against. Aki, gazing up at her. With nothing else to hold, she hunches over and tangles her fists into her dark hair, pushing the strands out of her equally dark eyes.
Damn, she's already said it once before tonight, but Aki really is… ]
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The stamp of her palms pressing into the mattress as she crawls forward and her own hurried breathing are the only sounds that pound in her ears. A million or so questions rush through her head, calling at her to think this through, that maybe there's some merit to waffling and being indecisive — but no, it's too late. Aki's provided a clear path forward from here, and Denji's already boarding this train, hovering over Aki's face with a swollen, piss-scented labia still leaky from the last time she came. Growing leakier by the second the longer she holds herself over Aki, can taste every velvety exhale on her folds. ]
Like this?
[ Denji's swaying; she's having a hard time keeping herself level and steady-minded with someone's nose barely tickling against. Aki, gazing up at her. With nothing else to hold, she hunches over and tangles her fists into her dark hair, pushing the strands out of her equally dark eyes.
Damn, she's already said it once before tonight, but Aki really is… ]
…Pretty.