"Mm, good," Satoru says happily, giving Suguru's nipple a tweak, then lowering her head to the other breast and widening her jaw to take as much of it into her mouth as she can, sucking the whole thing with a moan and then biting down, sharp enough to leave a ring of little pink marks in a wide arc above and below the nipple.

One hand slides down to cup over Suguru's mound, fingertips nestled intimately between her legs, but she just keeps it there, holding firmly but not making any effort to rub or tease. All of her attention remains on scattering bites and kisses over Suguru's torso, sucking marks here and there without any particular pattern or strategy.