[This is the part of Denji that Aki can't always wrap her head around, the part that thinks on the fly and seeks out something better even when she's right in a sweet spot, content in a position that gives her what she wants. Suddenly her body is rolling over and readjusting and suddenly she can feel hot breath on her lips, can feel the way Denji almost drools over her even if she can't see it. This, she's never done. This, this is new. But she grabs Denji around the thigh and tugs her in close, lapping her up and continuing without a word. No praise, no complementing her ingenuity. None of that. She'll chicken out if she has to do something like that right now.]
[Because then Denji is touching her and her stomach jumbles, her body twitching harshly at the simple contact of her finger on her clit. She's still sensitive and it's terrible but it's incredible. The way it makes her tongue stutter and a groan build in her throat from just that first touch. She wraps her lips around Denji's clit in silent appreciation, monkey see, monkey do. Something like that. Her tongue plays at the nub before she backs off and continues fucking it up into her instead. She should be better about this and give her what Aki would want in this situation but Denji's having fun and shouldn't she be, too? Shouldn't she be allowing herself to get drunk on this flavor? This sensation? The shame is so deep in her chest but even that's bouncing when she shifts into Denji's face, her stomach clenching as she tilts her legs open and coaxes her onward.]
[God, her chest. Driven by that inkling of desire, she takes a breath and lowers her hands, grasping at Denji's chest and fondling her smaller tits, tweaking her nipples. Fun, right? This is fun. It's like she's searching it out, desperate to upstage her yet she knows Denji will only ever see this as a duet.]
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[Because then Denji is touching her and her stomach jumbles, her body twitching harshly at the simple contact of her finger on her clit. She's still sensitive and it's terrible but it's incredible. The way it makes her tongue stutter and a groan build in her throat from just that first touch. She wraps her lips around Denji's clit in silent appreciation, monkey see, monkey do. Something like that. Her tongue plays at the nub before she backs off and continues fucking it up into her instead. She should be better about this and give her what Aki would want in this situation but Denji's having fun and shouldn't she be, too? Shouldn't she be allowing herself to get drunk on this flavor? This sensation? The shame is so deep in her chest but even that's bouncing when she shifts into Denji's face, her stomach clenching as she tilts her legs open and coaxes her onward.]
[God, her chest. Driven by that inkling of desire, she takes a breath and lowers her hands, grasping at Denji's chest and fondling her smaller tits, tweaking her nipples. Fun, right? This is fun. It's like she's searching it out, desperate to upstage her yet she knows Denji will only ever see this as a duet.]