[ Pure feeling simultaneously powers Denji and sends her wriggling like a live wire that's been snapped in half. Newly freed hands rake up and down the sheets, warring against the bed upholstering. Her back, shimmering with sweat, tenses and flexes at every light press of Aki's berry-sweet lips, like an animal unused to the sensation. She can't work her head around why it's so pleasant. Can't unearth enough rationale to question Aki's forecast, either, when her mind is bogged down by how her voice rings so near, so clear, so sure. You'll get there, too — not a condescension, not a tossed together dream sprinkled into a mixing bowl, whisked into a sorry simulacrum. But something tangible she can squeeze her arms around, nuzzle her face into. Something that will happen, is happening, is squeezing her back. And, somehow, the fact that it's Aki of all people that's providing this 'experience' to her is the least surprising thing about this predicament.
No, what's taken the cake are the digits thickly retreating and jamming between her legs. How their insertion, the thrusting, though purposeful, isn't mindlessly violent. There aren't any brains on the floor, no blood swimming from her nose. When Aki crooks her fingers, pulses against her, the edge of both her fingers almost rubbing each other through that wall, lurching, wringing out her juices, the suffering isn't exceptional. For whatever reason, she can sense Aki's attention and care to her comfort, and it's that which ignites the feverish backwards swaying of her hips. Her hand gropes behind her, grabbing at Aki's ass, dragging her in as fingers dig into her supple flesh, certain to leave behind a five-fingered dimple in her cheek whenever she lets go.
She gasps for air, and it doesn't hurt to breathe. Maybe it doesn't have to. ]
Take me — ah, take me there…! A-ki —
[ Torso slightly lifting off from the mattress, Denji growls her name around her bitten, swollen lips, while palming her own breast, thumb pushing and teasing at a nipple. Her culminating need amounts to her legs spreading wider for Aki, foot close to hanging off the edge of the bed, toes curled into the air.
She thinks she gets it now. Whoever it was that came up with the idea this was a dog eat dog world probably should have had better sex. ]
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No, what's taken the cake are the digits thickly retreating and jamming between her legs. How their insertion, the thrusting, though purposeful, isn't mindlessly violent. There aren't any brains on the floor, no blood swimming from her nose. When Aki crooks her fingers, pulses against her, the edge of both her fingers almost rubbing each other through that wall, lurching, wringing out her juices, the suffering isn't exceptional. For whatever reason, she can sense Aki's attention and care to her comfort, and it's that which ignites the feverish backwards swaying of her hips. Her hand gropes behind her, grabbing at Aki's ass, dragging her in as fingers dig into her supple flesh, certain to leave behind a five-fingered dimple in her cheek whenever she lets go.
She gasps for air, and it doesn't hurt to breathe. Maybe it doesn't have to. ]
Take me — ah, take me there…! A-ki —
[ Torso slightly lifting off from the mattress, Denji growls her name around her bitten, swollen lips, while palming her own breast, thumb pushing and teasing at a nipple. Her culminating need amounts to her legs spreading wider for Aki, foot close to hanging off the edge of the bed, toes curled into the air.
She thinks she gets it now. Whoever it was that came up with the idea this was a dog eat dog world probably should have had better sex. ]