[Even when she should be feeling overwhelmed and too distracted to make any smarmy comments, she's still dictating what Aki must be feeling, how much she must be loving this. And so what if she is? It doesn't mean Denji gets to be full of herself for it - Just because the way she thrusts toward her lips, the way her nerves and muscles flinch and her hands grasp at the bedboard...]

[Man, she wishes she had the forethought to keep her arms back. Maybe grab her tie and rope them by the wrist behind her. Let Denji struggle on her knees for balance, send her off kilter. Aki plunges her tongue in deep, tracing the inner walls of her body and holding her waist tight to keep her from knocking her too hard in the face. She's not choking, if only because her nose isn't fully shoved into her cunt, but it's still close enough that her musk is all she can smell. The heat and wetness spilling off her. How can one girl be this horny? Aki can barely come twice in a day and she's going to right after squirting like that? She pulls back, pulling Denji back by the hips as she clicks her tongue in dissatisfaction.]

You're getting off on this too easily. [Like this is a crime, somehow. That Denji should be trying to stretch this out, even though Aki was the one who wanted to go to bed.] At least give me something to look at other than your chin. [Like her moaning and shaking her hips isn't a show in and of itself. Aki releases one hand off her hips and reaches up to wrap it around her breast. It's so small that her hand fits around it easily, squeezing tight as she wipes her lips on Denji's thigh.] I'm not a sex toy for you to grind on, idiot.