thinking about daisuke and mitchell ,,, helping you (afab) to relieve stress ,,,,
"you're doing so well, my love," daisuke would say as you lay on him, your head in his lap whilst mitchell was busy enjoying the juicy meal between your legs. you'd cry out as daisuke's gentle hands grazed over your bare chest, giving your nipples a gentle tug. "just like that..."
mitchell would have put his own word in, but he was far too addicted to the way you tasted for him to even dream about pulling away. his lips were latched to your soaked folds, tongue lapping up every drop of your juices like finest of delicacies. he'd occasionally capture your clit between his teeth, relishing in the squeals his actions elicited before returning to shoving his tongue into your hole.
and he's not done when you cum. no no no, he wants seconds. daisuke doesn't complain about it—something about how you'd cling to him for support from the sheer pleasure was something that had his grip becoming just a little bit tighter on you. neither of them plan on letting you go any time soon,,,
