➙ mitsuru hummed as kotone’s fingers dragged across her porcelain skin , simply admiring the ocean view from not too far as the sunscreen was applied .
➙ a soft groan would slip out from the redhead’s lips as yukari’s shaft had invaded her walls , looking over her shoulder to see the archer at work .
a — and it worked , didn’t it .ᐣ
( Slipping both her own & Mitsurus swimsuit to the side, she really wasted no time in pushing that tip right against her folds... before, slipping directly inside. )
Y-You knew wearing this would make me aroused.