[Miku nearly falls off of Luka when the rope and the blindfold are taken off, taking deep breaths, completely unable to move her tired and sore hands. She manages to look up at Luka, blearily, and then for a better angle glances over at that mirror again.
The two of them are red from bruises and scratch marks and the heat in their bodies, skin flushed in places and a nasty dark red in others, both sets of long hair, blue and pink, all over the place. They're sweaty and obviously tired, looking like they've ran a marathon already.
Miku keeps one eye on that mirror, watching herself and watching Luka, and the other eye solely on Luka's face, the one thing the mirror doesn't have a good angle on.]
Okay, but... [Miku reaches one marked and tired hand up her own body, squeezing at her own breast, rolling her thumb across her nipple, the other reaching down between her legs, trailing lightly along herself before quickly curling two fingers inside, clenching her teeth slightly and starting to mirror Luka's actions.]
Watch me, too... you're so beautiful that I can't help doing this.
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The two of them are red from bruises and scratch marks and the heat in their bodies, skin flushed in places and a nasty dark red in others, both sets of long hair, blue and pink, all over the place. They're sweaty and obviously tired, looking like they've ran a marathon already.
Miku keeps one eye on that mirror, watching herself and watching Luka, and the other eye solely on Luka's face, the one thing the mirror doesn't have a good angle on.]
Okay, but... [Miku reaches one marked and tired hand up her own body, squeezing at her own breast, rolling her thumb across her nipple, the other reaching down between her legs, trailing lightly along herself before quickly curling two fingers inside, clenching her teeth slightly and starting to mirror Luka's actions.]
Watch me, too... you're so beautiful that I can't help doing this.