[Or any room for anything, really. Miku hadn't realized until just now just how visual of a person she was - she'd taken in everything, the sight of Luka looking at her, long, delicate fingers working at her, matted hair and the soft curves of her breasts...
Suddenly all that's taken away from her, she's just left with black fabric, damp against the back of her head, and she squirms and writhes and moans as everything feels a thousand times more intense.
It takes her a second to realize those are Luka's fingers, because they feel like new toys, and the vibration of the toy inside of her seems to get more and more intense every second, climbing and climbing without any end in sight. She's sensitive from where she was never given any time to rest, desperate for any sensation she can get, and even Luka's lips against her feel wonderful and new and exciting, with her sight denied to her.
Is it any surprise that she comes again? Maybe Luka won't notice, but she's moaning and near-screaming into the kiss with a voice that's growing scratchier and raspier by the second. No, no, she has to notice, with the way she's tightening around her fingers, nails cutting into her own palms where they're tied.]
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Suddenly all that's taken away from her, she's just left with black fabric, damp against the back of her head, and she squirms and writhes and moans as everything feels a thousand times more intense.
It takes her a second to realize those are Luka's fingers, because they feel like new toys, and the vibration of the toy inside of her seems to get more and more intense every second, climbing and climbing without any end in sight. She's sensitive from where she was never given any time to rest, desperate for any sensation she can get, and even Luka's lips against her feel wonderful and new and exciting, with her sight denied to her.
Is it any surprise that she comes again? Maybe Luka won't notice, but she's moaning and near-screaming into the kiss with a voice that's growing scratchier and raspier by the second. No, no, she has to notice, with the way she's tightening around her fingers, nails cutting into her own palms where they're tied.]