Satoru works her through it, nuzzling and kissing at Suguru's throat. She thrums her fingers slow and deep to wring out the last of it, then lets her hand still, leaving it deep to keep that feeling of fullness.

She kisses a few more times along Suguru's shoulder, letting her rest until Suguru's grip starts to become a little less desperately tight. Then she moves again, biting Suguru's shoulder, allowing her fingers to start to stir.

She presses them inside of Suguru, against the upper wall, massaging slow and deep, careful not to overstimulate her. "Suguru," she murmurs, voice rumbling with a pleased purr, and then she wiggles a little lower, biting the upper curve of Suguru's breast.