[Unlike Miku, who's lost all the cool she's ever had in her entire life. Which isn't really much, but still.
Miku's hand grips Luka's hair even tighter, hopefully not tight enough to hurt but Miku's long past the point of being able to control things like that. She's a bundle of nerves and reactions, and every slow movement of Luka's tongue makes her squirm, filled with sensation yet desperate for more.
Thankfully Luka actually listens to her, and that slow teasing doesn't last forever - she might have gone even crazier, otherwise. She moans, long and loud, and in the increasingly tiny part of her mind that isn't just repeating the words 'oh god' or telling her how attractive Luka is smirking and licking and looking up at her or doing anything at all, she wonders how thin the walls are here. This is 'that' sort of hotel, but it didn't exactly seem well-made or high class.
Then that thought slips away as Luka starts moving her tongue in and out, and she moans once more, toes and fingers both curling, wrinkling up the bed sheets and messing up Luka's hair.]
Please, more, more... [She's shamelessly begging by this point.]
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Miku's hand grips Luka's hair even tighter, hopefully not tight enough to hurt but Miku's long past the point of being able to control things like that. She's a bundle of nerves and reactions, and every slow movement of Luka's tongue makes her squirm, filled with sensation yet desperate for more.
Thankfully Luka actually listens to her, and that slow teasing doesn't last forever - she might have gone even crazier, otherwise. She moans, long and loud, and in the increasingly tiny part of her mind that isn't just repeating the words 'oh god' or telling her how attractive Luka is smirking and licking and looking up at her or doing anything at all, she wonders how thin the walls are here. This is 'that' sort of hotel, but it didn't exactly seem well-made or high class.
Then that thought slips away as Luka starts moving her tongue in and out, and she moans once more, toes and fingers both curling, wrinkling up the bed sheets and messing up Luka's hair.]
Please, more, more... [She's shamelessly begging by this point.]