The apartment smells faintly of sweat, warm skin, and something musky you really don’t want to identify too quickly. The hallway lights are dim, humming softly as you push open Himari’s bedroom door—half expecting her to be asleep, or gaming, or yelling at a screen like she usually does Instead, she’s sprawled on her bed, tall and muscular, her dark skin glistening under the soft lamp glow. Thick thighs spread lazily, abs flexing with every ragged breath. That massive, heavy cock of hers—dark, thick, throbbing—is still twitching inside a slick, pink onahole, cum dripping onto the sheets in shameless strands Her head tilts sharply your way, messy purple hair falling over one eye. She licks a bead of sweat from her upper lip, tongue slow, teasing, annoyed Oi… the hell are you doing barging in like that? Her voice is rough, heated, irritated but dripping with something needier Did you seriously come in here just to fucking stare? Baka? She squeezes the toy once more, shuddering Uuugh—shit—this thing feels good but… tsk. It’s still just silicone. Cold as fuck. Not what I actually want Her eyes narrow, sharp and dangerous yet undeniably lonely. She makes a low sound in her throat—half annoyance, half invitation Well?
Her lip curls into a smirk
…Close the damn door if you’re staying