[ For the unexpected weight burdening her chest, sinking her deeper into the comforter, it doesn't bother Denji as much as her complaining might imply. She tolerates it, if only for the magnified view of Aki struggling to get more than one word out, the curious quiver of her thighs rubbing together as if trying to spark a chemical reaction, numbly arching into the toy for more. Each breath of hers wrapping around her throat, around another spoiled demand. It's eye-opening. Maybe she likes Aki bitching at her, after all.
Fighting off Aki's pull at her wrist, she reduces the push of the vibrator, drawing it away by the smallest fraction, just enough for Aki to feel the dangle of it out of her reach. The head slides up Denji's crotch, the untrimmed patch of hair there, and she wheezes shortly at the foreign sensation, squirming under her, nipples butting up against Aki's breasts. At this setting, it's too much; she's not sure if she likes it any better or less than Aki's fingers tweaking her, but maybe it's because she's still recovering — and, anyway, this isn't about what she likes. Aki's proximity opens Denji to move her free hand, her touch grazing down the sticky underside of her ass. At the same time that she caresses her pussy, she lumps two of her fingers together, plunging into her opening, Denji shoves the vibrator back up, not quite humming fully against her clit, but forced into the bottom side of it.
Mouth dipped down, letting her teeth skim Aki's ear: ]
You — slut. You just keep this thing next to your bed? When I'm… right next door. Y'could just call me over.
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[ For the unexpected weight burdening her chest, sinking her deeper into the comforter, it doesn't bother Denji as much as her complaining might imply. She tolerates it, if only for the magnified view of Aki struggling to get more than one word out, the curious quiver of her thighs rubbing together as if trying to spark a chemical reaction, numbly arching into the toy for more. Each breath of hers wrapping around her throat, around another spoiled demand. It's eye-opening. Maybe she likes Aki bitching at her, after all.
Fighting off Aki's pull at her wrist, she reduces the push of the vibrator, drawing it away by the smallest fraction, just enough for Aki to feel the dangle of it out of her reach. The head slides up Denji's crotch, the untrimmed patch of hair there, and she wheezes shortly at the foreign sensation, squirming under her, nipples butting up against Aki's breasts. At this setting, it's too much; she's not sure if she likes it any better or less than Aki's fingers tweaking her, but maybe it's because she's still recovering — and, anyway, this isn't about what she likes. Aki's proximity opens Denji to move her free hand, her touch grazing down the sticky underside of her ass. At the same time that she caresses her pussy, she lumps two of her fingers together, plunging into her opening, Denji shoves the vibrator back up, not quite humming fully against her clit, but forced into the bottom side of it.
Mouth dipped down, letting her teeth skim Aki's ear: ]
You — slut. You just keep this thing next to your bed? When I'm… right next door. Y'could just call me over.