[ To Denji, a duet just feels more natural. Presumably, she's letting her tuck into bed after this, the two of them close and side by-side, like — like real lovers. Sex should be like that all the time, probably. You should be together with the other person after. You should also get to come together, at least once, at least at some point. She doesn't have much of a preconceived notion of how romantic sex should play out, aside from it being a delicately balanced, but equal, distribution of oversensation between you and the person you love — or care about in some fashion, whatever. But her idea of her first time has changed a lot in the past few hours, so she won't discount the possibility that there's room for more to bend, but she'd like to try this one thing out.
Seems hellbound on it, licking her way up the opening to Aki's vagina, gently probing without actually intruding inside. Her strokes at the shiny bud press on, press harder, not minding the way she flinches under her, the shaky sounds fading into Denji's very cunt. Though when she feels her teasing the tips of her nipples, pinching them into sore and aching peaks, she can't contain the cry that soars out of her. Her cunt almost sucking back at Aki, trembling, eroded and uprooted, and trying to find stable ground anywhere within reach. And if she has to pound her hips into a place with teeth, a too-long tongue that makes her head fuzzy with cotton candy, to get there, then so be it. She'll have her own revenge.
Denji twists her head and thrusts her tongue into Aki; the angle's different, but she makes do. Sharply flicks and arches the muscle into her ridged walls like she's trying to strip Aki's defenses down to a cluster of humming nerves. Meanly, she catches her nail against her clit, pushing, protracting her sensitivity. Even meaner, her other hand swipes at the tack covering her thigh and slips toward her ass, barely spends a second whirling at her rim before shallowly pumping in with her middle finger. ]
Tight.
[ She mumbles into Aki's pussy, but it only takes a second stubborn pulse to get her knuckle sheathed all the way inside her, crooked — so that she can feel the exact spot her tongue is imprinted from the opposite wall. ]
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Seems hellbound on it, licking her way up the opening to Aki's vagina, gently probing without actually intruding inside. Her strokes at the shiny bud press on, press harder, not minding the way she flinches under her, the shaky sounds fading into Denji's very cunt. Though when she feels her teasing the tips of her nipples, pinching them into sore and aching peaks, she can't contain the cry that soars out of her. Her cunt almost sucking back at Aki, trembling, eroded and uprooted, and trying to find stable ground anywhere within reach. And if she has to pound her hips into a place with teeth, a too-long tongue that makes her head fuzzy with cotton candy, to get there, then so be it. She'll have her own revenge.
Denji twists her head and thrusts her tongue into Aki; the angle's different, but she makes do. Sharply flicks and arches the muscle into her ridged walls like she's trying to strip Aki's defenses down to a cluster of humming nerves. Meanly, she catches her nail against her clit, pushing, protracting her sensitivity. Even meaner, her other hand swipes at the tack covering her thigh and slips toward her ass, barely spends a second whirling at her rim before shallowly pumping in with her middle finger. ]
Tight.
[ She mumbles into Aki's pussy, but it only takes a second stubborn pulse to get her knuckle sheathed all the way inside her, crooked — so that she can feel the exact spot her tongue is imprinted from the opposite wall. ]