Konishi's Guide To Erasure

“Ahn here, you say…” She was turning breathless and more shameless, the tone of her voice becoming a bit more high-pitched between the heavy panting.

“-Assuming I ever do come back,” was whispered with a smug hum to his face as Konishi watched the young man squirm beneath her, only to feel herself jump a bit when his manhood rubbed the wet spot on her undergarments that still stood in the way.

“A-ah!” That had been louder also and in her lightheaded state the blonde suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, brushing down the damp smoothness to the head of Kaneda’s cock that throbbed directly into her.

“Hm spectacular,” she purred softly in a very horny fashion only to freeze when Kaneda mentioned ‘they.’

Who?

Her head turned back to focus in the darkness beyond their little haven and with how her glasses had slid down her nose enough to make her sight foggy the blonde woman could only guess from his following words who 'they’ were. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she buried it to the crook of his neck in a rather bashful manner; yes she was bordering drunk (both from alcohol and lust) but that felt a bit intimidating and the Reaper wasn’t sure about what those others from such a dirty little bar could do. She would have to maintain some level head in case someone else decided to join so to change her frequency and flee from the Realground.

…It did feel hot being watched and the woman arched her back ever so slightly by the presence but she’d die before lowering her proud self to be intimate to just anyone around, touching from someone else besides the one she settled with would be too much.

"Hm... It's still not proper work a-attire," that was annoying, not being able to keep her mouth open without feeling her lower lip trembling after the short abuse it went through.

The stimulation to her behind was nice and stung deliciously but there were other places she needed taken care of as well, Konishi decided retrieving her knee in favor of straddling his legs and then grabbed one of his wrists to guide it back to the front of her body forcing his palm to one of her breasts. She rolled her hips just for the sake of a tease, she could be confident too.

"I can still think clearly, are you slacking off?" a little grin shone through the darkness of the booth before she readjusted her glasses and undid the rest of his pants peeling it down. Nails grazed the underwear, then tugged it off too and watched the warm, hard dick spring out.

A much too loud yelp slipped her lips at the smack and felt her glasses blurring just as her breathing proved difficult. She couldn't bring herself to care about anyone outside that little booth, breasts pressing to his chest when reaching down.

"Doesn't... it... hurt?" Konishi mused with one eye shut close and neck arching to the treating his mouth was giving her before relaxing and lulling her head to the other side as she pulled her blonde hair off the way.

"I mean here..." she had been teasing the waistband but then grabbed his swollen crotch to carefully squeeze it, before not bothering at all and poking her nails in feeling her sadistic side blooming with a little smile.

Another shudder ran down her entire body at the exposure of her, surprisingly white, g-string that only covered so much without the lower part of the dress and a very pleased gasp escaped as well.