Fingertips wet with fluids slid past her folds and sank deep inside of Machi. Hisoka felt her entrance slightly squeezing his fingers like a ring. His eyes rolled in anticipation; his erection pulsed in the same rhythm as her interior. He muffled a moan on her intimate anatomy. Digits pumping, tongue lapping, lips suckling in wet, obscene sounds. Her taste melted sweetly in his mouth. He watched her body squirming, chest moving up and down in pleasurable agony. Hisoka brushed his teeth on her sex as if it was a ripe, juicy fruit.

He wouldn't let her cum so fast.