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"Can mutsumi chan take three of my fingers"?
Mortis teases mutsumi as her fingers slide into mutsumi's cunt.
fine green hairs, nearly invisible, carpet the surrounding pink porcelain.
"m-mortis...you..."
mutsumi is cut off by her own gasps as her protector wriggles her fingers within her folds; cracks form in the flat affect she typically wears. a satisfied smile forms and releases desperate exhalations.
celadon green bangs stick to the girl's forehead. she pants as mortis's fingers retract and return inside of her, bucking her hips in sync with her own moans.
"Heehee-Ahahaha!", giggles Mortis, lacking her typical beret. "you're being so cute for me, mutsumi-- yeah, yeah! push yourself onto me, my love!"
Mutsumi's hands, formerly clenching onto the supple, silk-coveted pillow that her head rests on, shoot forwards to grab onto mortis's slender waist. she grits her teeth and grips her fingers on the alter's scarlet lingerie. it resembles their Ave Mujica costume, but showing much more skin. it's covered in frills as well, seeming innocent and playful as the girl wearing them is (or appears to be).
mortis loved to top when it was mutsumi she was fucking, contrasting how often she acted as a pillow princess with other girls. but she would do anything to please the girl in front of her. they'd be together forever; she promised to herself that she'd never lose mutsumi again.
mortis squeals as the other girl reaches upwards, prying into the lingerie top. fingers toughened by years of grinding against coiling metal strings gently trace along her delicate nipples, tenderly squeezing her left breast with her left hand. heart beating in sync, a rhythmic pounding that's palpable.
"You like-- euhhn! Ah!" Mortis reacts to the groping. She was comfortable with the other girl's silence, but that didn't mean she didn't like to hear how hot her headmate was for her.
"You like me-- inside--" the girl on the bottom's hand becomes tighter, greedily.
"You-- you? ...hahh.haha.."
Soft golden eyes flood with desire, with submission. They're bound to Mortis.
"Yes Mortis. I love it. Please--"
Mortis interrupts: "Yes! Mmph-- fu-- fuck. Say please more, say it, say--"
Mutsumi smiles gently as her grip shifts downward, back to the ecstatic girl's waist. She speaks so quietly: "Please, Mortis,--" she tugs her forwards, so that their chests press up against eachother, and their hearts form a perfect harmony. "...Please."
Mortis's right hand stops in shock as Mutsumi plunges a soft, nimble finger through her lips. Mortis's tongue quivers and almost automatically begins to savor what the girl had put inside of her. A second finger hits the girl's mouth. The tongue wraps and curves around them, almost as wet as their pussy.
Mortis's slick covered hand rushes out from Mutsumi, triggering a breathless gasp. It reaches up to her head and begins to tug gently, rhythmically on Mutsumi's green locks.
"Fhh-- fuhhh... mmumf..umi...Gog..." she struggles to speak while her tongue is being massaged. And she's exhausted; they both are.
"I lubbf--"
Mutsumi drags her trimmed fingers out through those delicate lips. She coos and whispers.
"I love you too, mortis."