Satoru's cries grow louder and higher-pitched as she gets closer, body quivering above Suguru. The sight of Suguru between her legs is impossible to deal with, and Satoru shudders each time she glances down, cunt giving a clench around Suguru's fingers. No one's ever looked at her like that, and she's always been greedy for Suguru's attention. Having the combination of Suguru's attention fixed on her like that is more than she can deal with, taking it in only in little glances before her eyes flick away again, shy and flustered, but she can't stay shy while Suguru's got her so entirely distracted and aroused.

This time she gives a scream as she comes, forgetting that they're in a bus and the driver might hear. Her cunt clenches hard around Suguru's fingers and she arches almost violently, head thrown back. Her own hand tightens in Suguru's hair, throat forging a cascade of little whimpers before she relaxes and melts back against the couch.