Cuddles up with her whilst she recovers

As the waves of lust gradually subside, Momo becomes aware of the pain in her jaw and tongue, aching from the intense overuse. However, the thrill and satisfaction derived from her actions are enough for her to ignore the discomfort. She gazes at Jirou, who lies there unconscious, knowing that she will face a severe scolding later on. Switching back to her responsible mindset, Momo stands up, picking up Jirou's discarded panties along the way. She gently slides them back onto Jirou, taking one final look at the delectable pussy she had just consumed before covering it up. Jirou's swollen clit presses against the fabric, still throbbing with the aftermath of Momo's actions. With that taken care of, Momo moves Jirou onto the bed properly and climbs in beside her. She embraces her friend in her arms, allowing her to sleep off the ordeal. Momo herself feels a sense of satisfaction as she snuggles up against another person, experiencing the intimacy and connection that fills her with a comforting warmth. The exhaustion finally catches up to her, and she drifts off to sleep, her eyes heavy with contentment.

Time passes in a hazy blur as the two girls remain intertwined, oblivious to the outside world. Their slumber provides a haven for their connection. It's unclear how much time elapses before Jirou begins to stir, her orgasm-addled body slowly awakening with groans of returning vitality. Her movement rouses Momo, who opens her eyes to find Jirou's head nestled against her boob, using it as a pillow.

"Well, good morning, sleepy head," Momo says, her voice soft as she gently pets Jirou's hair.

Jirou pouts slightly as her mind replays the series of events that led her to this moment. "You are pure evil, insatiable pure evil," she complains, expressing her discontent. Momo chuckles in response.

"Sorry, you were just so tasty, I couldn't help myself," Momo explains, her hand still caressing Jirou's head.

"Just be less... forceful next time," Jirou continues to pout, voicing her desire for a gentler approach.

Momo playfully teases, "So, there's going to be a next time?" Jirou retaliates by playfully biting Momo's boob, causing Momo to burst into laughter. The laughter subsides as Jirou releases her playful bite and pushes herself up, aligning her face with Momo's. Their eyes meet, and both girls blush, a shade of pink spreading across their cheeks as they exchange sheepish smiles.

"So, what was this?" Jirou asks, breaking the silence.

Momo responds, uncertainty lacing her voice, "I really don't know... I don't do this..."

Jirou nods in agreement, her eyes still locked with Momo's. A moment of silence envelops them as they contemplate their actions, their thoughts intertwining. Then, as if guided by an unspoken understanding, they both lean in, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. Emotions surge within them, a mix of confusion, curiosity, and the desire to simply enjoy the moment. The kiss remains innocent and sweet, catching both girls off guard with the intensity of their actions.

"I think I might be becoming addicted to oral," Momo suddenly confesses, her expression serious. Her unexpected statement leaves Jirou caught off guard, causing her to laugh, though quickly she notices Momos unmoving face and she tries to compose herself, realizing the seriousness in Momo's eyes.

"Wait... really? How... who else have you done it with to know that?!" Jirou asks, her agitation rising at the thought of Momo engaging in oral activities with others. Then, a wave of realization washes over her, and she recognizes the absurdity of her reaction. Her jumble of emotions becomes even more tangled, leaving her uncertain of how to proceed.

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