Ena can feel the sum splatter over her. Is acutely aware of the funk they're surrounded by. And yet here she is, compelled by - what? She's not sure. Maybe it's Sengo's thoroughness as a lover. Hard to say not to that.
Miyabi kisses Sengo in reply, arms twining around his neck and shoulders as she lets the kiss deepen and she recognizes the taste of their cunts (her own, too). She can feel the slick sheen of sweat on Sengo's body and smell him when they're this close again - cum and the stench of sex. She gives him a tug as the kiss breaks, drawing him back toward the bed.
"Like this-"
She releases him and crawls back onto the sheets and mattress, aware that they're still damp with the leavings of their last round, but she tries not to think about it as she settles onto her knees and reaches back to spread herself open for him. Her glistening cunt is on display, engorged and puffy with arousal, the insides glistening - her thighs tacky with the still drying arousal and his cum.
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Miyabi kisses Sengo in reply, arms twining around his neck and shoulders as she lets the kiss deepen and she recognizes the taste of their cunts (her own, too). She can feel the slick sheen of sweat on Sengo's body and smell him when they're this close again - cum and the stench of sex. She gives him a tug as the kiss breaks, drawing him back toward the bed.
"Like this-"
She releases him and crawls back onto the sheets and mattress, aware that they're still damp with the leavings of their last round, but she tries not to think about it as she settles onto her knees and reaches back to spread herself open for him. Her glistening cunt is on display, engorged and puffy with arousal, the insides glistening - her thighs tacky with the still drying arousal and his cum.