[It's a good reminder why she doesn't reach for this thing very often. Denji punches the speed up and it's like her whole body has static racing through it, like she's touched a live wire and can't let go. Even as she keeps the vibrator from pressing right up against her, it's still rough enough that her thighs quake under the double assault of fingers and buzzing. Because the fingers, really, those are what push it over the edge if she thinks too long about it. The way she pumps them in an out at such a steady, incessant rate is enough to make her head spin and even if she were able to cope with that sensation, the vibrator knocks her knees out from under her every time. This was a bad idea, she thinks to herself, and then Denji is shoving right up against that sweet spot inside of her and outside of her at the same time and she can't keep a groan from leaving her throat, heavy and deep and unconcerned with who hears it since that isn't something she can think about right now. Her thighs keep quaking and she thinks for a moment that she's going to chew right through to blood at this rate, bite right into her muscle and bone and take out a whole chunk.]
[Her thighs squeeze together. Before, when she had Denji face-down in her cunt, she felt like she was the one leading this, that this was her idea and Denji wouldn't surprise her with much. And aside from the way she bit at her fingers and used her own slick, that was the case. This - This is way different. Denji could just turn her over at this rate with how stiff her body has gotten and how few coherent thoughts are going through her brain right now. And she wants to, seriously and truly, hate that. She wants to slap her and tell her to lower the speed and do things at Aki's pace. But then her fingers twist around inside her and thump into her so harshly and so rapidly that she thinks she might actually start drooling.]
[Leave it to Denji to fuck things up for her.]
Come - Fuck - [If that's a warning or a plead for her not to stop, to keep going just as she is, who knows. Aki would never admit either way. She exhales harsh and heavy as her thighs flinch and her hips jerk back and forward, fucking herself against Denji's fingers and into the vibrator, trying to keep just the right amount of pressure and failing miserably. Her whole body feels like a tightly wound mess.]
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[Her thighs squeeze together. Before, when she had Denji face-down in her cunt, she felt like she was the one leading this, that this was her idea and Denji wouldn't surprise her with much. And aside from the way she bit at her fingers and used her own slick, that was the case. This - This is way different. Denji could just turn her over at this rate with how stiff her body has gotten and how few coherent thoughts are going through her brain right now. And she wants to, seriously and truly, hate that. She wants to slap her and tell her to lower the speed and do things at Aki's pace. But then her fingers twist around inside her and thump into her so harshly and so rapidly that she thinks she might actually start drooling.]
[Leave it to Denji to fuck things up for her.]
Come - Fuck - [If that's a warning or a plead for her not to stop, to keep going just as she is, who knows. Aki would never admit either way. She exhales harsh and heavy as her thighs flinch and her hips jerk back and forward, fucking herself against Denji's fingers and into the vibrator, trying to keep just the right amount of pressure and failing miserably. Her whole body feels like a tightly wound mess.]