[ Aki's violent imagination could be painted from wall to wall, illustrating her frustration with her in bold, bloody lashes, and Denji would still tilt and turn her head at her in complete confusion. Her neck fluffs back against the pillow but she couldn't be more uncomfortable, eyeing the humming wand, vibration set to its default intensity. The buzzing, discreet enough to avoid penetrating outside the room.
Moving, as she's been so kindly urged to, Denji lines the vibrator's silicone bulb to the wet-brimmed opening of her pussy, her hold on the handle unsteady for a second as she nudges aside one of her lips, not confident about the placement. ]
Gettin' to it, [ she testily snaps, her free hand sat on the corner of Aki's inner thigh, thumb stretching out her skin in an attempt to keep her spread. ] Don't throw me out…
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Moving, as she's been so kindly urged to, Denji lines the vibrator's silicone bulb to the wet-brimmed opening of her pussy, her hold on the handle unsteady for a second as she nudges aside one of her lips, not confident about the placement. ]
Gettin' to it, [ she testily snaps, her free hand sat on the corner of Aki's inner thigh, thumb stretching out her skin in an attempt to keep her spread. ] Don't throw me out…