Moans and keening noises spill freely from Satoru’s throat as her fingers sink into Suguru’s hair, gripping her tight to urge her on. “Yeah, Suguru,” she gasps, hips rocking against her as she tugs Suguru closer. “More—a little more—with your tongue—fuck, please.” Whining, she trembles against Suguru, and it’s barely a minute before the first quick little shudder ripples through her, cunt clenching around Suguru’s fingers as her body twitches. “Ah! Yeah, Suguru.”