Strawberries made her lips sweet and sour. His mouth watered for the taste of her. Whipped cream turned her firm skin slippery. All over. Machi felt like a delicious pool of candies and Hisoka was swimming in her. The liqueur of her sex coated his as he rammed into her, each thrust making it drip. He felt she would pour like a fountain if he pulled out. Machi was dissolving in sugary whimpers and luscious convulsions, all the while offering him the delicacy of her nails digging desperately in the flesh of his back. Hisoka craved all of her flavors.
