"Ah..." She breathes into Eiji's mouth, holding Ankh's head to her breast. She angles her hips to coax Eiji to finger-fuck her harder. His fingers are slick with her wetness. Her tongue wrestles with his, absorbed into the flavor and warmth of his mouth.

She is usually the one organizing these situations, finding the right space for everyone to fit and nestling them into each other's bodies, but for right now she feels like the boys are making up for their lapse in judgement before, and she deserves it.

But Ankh's beautiful designer dick is lonely, she thinks, and she presses her knee up against it, gently trying to help it along.