"Why… why do you stop every time I—!" Miki panted, her voice a mix of frustration and desperation, her hips twitching.
"You'll thank me," Kota murmured, his lips pressing a soft, confessional kiss to her mound, his breath warm against her oversensitive skin, holding her back from the edge.
2:10
He slid to Aika, her body glistening, her legs parted like petals, her calm a stark contrast to the others' frenzy.
He nestled against her, his tongue tracing slow figure-eights over her clit, burying himself in her taste to steady his own racing pulse.
Aika moaned low, controlled, her fingers digging into his hair, grounding him, guiding his rhythm. Her steady breaths were his metronome, her nods setting the pace.
"Now again," Aika said, her voice tighter, lower, her eyes sharp. "Miki. Right side."
Kota moved fast, licking just beside Miki's throbbing clit, then drawing a gentle suck, teasing the swollen tip with the barest flick.
