[ Eyes fluttering closed just as Aki's expression flickers, she misses the glimpse of agitation in her gaze, but gets the idea, anyway. In how she feels her up, the way her body rides and ripples along with her kneading, long tongue cleaving her plump folds into two. Indelicate as she is, it does the trick — where once were dried fluids sticking to her inner corners, now is replaced by a fresh gush; Denji wishes she could put up more of a fight, but it's useless, utterly moot, in her current state.
Her breath catches, then cuts its way past her notched teeth in an heady moan, deep and indistinct. What started as an ambiguous sweetness polluting her insides, swirling with no destination, no exit in sight, eventually gathers itself into a more defined, more restless shape. One with fangs and claws and a unstoppable need to sustain her pleasure. How could she roll on her back and go to sleep when Aki's mouth is better than any wet dream her subconscious could entertain her with? ]
Hah, you're really into this — mmgh, there, that's — there!
[ That last suck interrupts her haughtiness, has her nearly folded over Aki's head at this point. Sweaty hands cling against the bed frame, shaking the headboard, using it as support to swivel her hips and force herself down on her — tongue, teeth, nose, lips, and all. Every last bit of Aki she can fit inside of her, she wants it, can't live without consuming her down to the bone. This may not be a blowjob, but it'd be nice if Aki could choke on her just like one. ]
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Her breath catches, then cuts its way past her notched teeth in an heady moan, deep and indistinct. What started as an ambiguous sweetness polluting her insides, swirling with no destination, no exit in sight, eventually gathers itself into a more defined, more restless shape. One with fangs and claws and a unstoppable need to sustain her pleasure. How could she roll on her back and go to sleep when Aki's mouth is better than any wet dream her subconscious could entertain her with? ]
Hah, you're really into this — mmgh, there, that's — there!
[ That last suck interrupts her haughtiness, has her nearly folded over Aki's head at this point. Sweaty hands cling against the bed frame, shaking the headboard, using it as support to swivel her hips and force herself down on her — tongue, teeth, nose, lips, and all. Every last bit of Aki she can fit inside of her, she wants it, can't live without consuming her down to the bone. This may not be a blowjob, but it'd be nice if Aki could choke on her just like one. ]