[ God, it feels like being mauled by a starved bear that's fresh out of hibernation.
Aki's teeth cuts close to the sunken corners of her neck, bludgeoning through blood vessels and transforming the skin beneath into tongue-wet splotches — but for Denji, there's no discerning where the pain ends and the pleasure wisps in. She relishes all of it like a special whipped dessert, gamely, giddily, a pleased purr sounding in her throat, scratchy-toned, triggered by the lock of her hand in-between Aki's clenched thighs. Funny, she used to think of her as some uppity old maid, and now that same woman is senselessly hammering herself down on just two of her fingers. What a feeling, to bring someone to honesty. She almost wonders what would happen if she slipped a third in. It'd be so easy.
But she bites back the compulsion. She has to focus. There are stakes here — Aki's close, so she'd rather persist in her hunt for something else, something ridged and fleshy, that won't get her kicked flat out on her ass into the frigid hallway. Continuing to feed her fingers into her cunt, she searches, jerking, edging along to find that one precious spot. Rubs so hard at the slippery muscle and heat inside, the vibrations of her wrist nearly overtake the buzz of the toy. It's not good enough. This position is too — ]
C'mon, c'mon, [ — and that's when Denji's fingers disappear from her cunt, her arm clenched around Aki's side to brace her back as she twists their torsos, flipping her over into the mattress, the bed frame writhing from the abrupt turnaround. In the reversal, the toy only slightly flicked closer to her entrance — but it's only for a moment, before the head shoots back up her folds, back to her clit, juicy and bursting, so that Denji can slam forward on top of her. Her fingertips shoved back where it belongs: pressed into that thick patch of nerves inside Aki with each hard thrust. ]
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Aki's teeth cuts close to the sunken corners of her neck, bludgeoning through blood vessels and transforming the skin beneath into tongue-wet splotches — but for Denji, there's no discerning where the pain ends and the pleasure wisps in. She relishes all of it like a special whipped dessert, gamely, giddily, a pleased purr sounding in her throat, scratchy-toned, triggered by the lock of her hand in-between Aki's clenched thighs. Funny, she used to think of her as some uppity old maid, and now that same woman is senselessly hammering herself down on just two of her fingers. What a feeling, to bring someone to honesty. She almost wonders what would happen if she slipped a third in. It'd be so easy.
But she bites back the compulsion. She has to focus. There are stakes here — Aki's close, so she'd rather persist in her hunt for something else, something ridged and fleshy, that won't get her kicked flat out on her ass into the frigid hallway. Continuing to feed her fingers into her cunt, she searches, jerking, edging along to find that one precious spot. Rubs so hard at the slippery muscle and heat inside, the vibrations of her wrist nearly overtake the buzz of the toy. It's not good enough. This position is too — ]
C'mon, c'mon, [ — and that's when Denji's fingers disappear from her cunt, her arm clenched around Aki's side to brace her back as she twists their torsos, flipping her over into the mattress, the bed frame writhing from the abrupt turnaround. In the reversal, the toy only slightly flicked closer to her entrance — but it's only for a moment, before the head shoots back up her folds, back to her clit, juicy and bursting, so that Denji can slam forward on top of her. Her fingertips shoved back where it belongs: pressed into that thick patch of nerves inside Aki with each hard thrust. ]
C'mon, c'mon, you can do it —