[Even if Aki wanted to lay back and enjoy the plethora of attacks Denji sends onto her body, she couldn't. Denji is shoving her crotch into her face in a way that would suffocate her if she was any stronger or steadier about this. It's like being force fed a meal, the plate held up to your lips and the scraps slid down your throat one after another, but Aki doesn't complain or try and readjust. There's a sense that she should and that she's letting Denji take control of things too much, but when that gets too overbearing of an emotion she lets her hands cup around her chest, squeeze, flick. Hears that noise out of her, and - Yeah. Yeah, she can still --]
Denji!
[She yelps her name out when the finger pulses into her, pressing against the shallow divide between one side and the next. Immediately her hands jump off her tits and go down to her head, one curling in her locks right below her ear and the other trying to find the wrist of the hand that's plunged into her, made difficult thanks to the angle they're at.]
You can't just - do whatever you want, you little...!
[And then she starts to roll, intent on switching their positions. Her thighs are weak and her legs are twitchy, but she'll try it.]
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Denji!
[She yelps her name out when the finger pulses into her, pressing against the shallow divide between one side and the next. Immediately her hands jump off her tits and go down to her head, one curling in her locks right below her ear and the other trying to find the wrist of the hand that's plunged into her, made difficult thanks to the angle they're at.]
You can't just - do whatever you want, you little...!
[And then she starts to roll, intent on switching their positions. Her thighs are weak and her legs are twitchy, but she'll try it.]