(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Neither Minako or Mitsuru seemed to have any ability to stop things from getting even more out of hand. Something had to give.
It hadn't taken long. Minako's hands danced along Mitsuru's thighs, gripped the curves of her backside, and then she kissed lower, deeper, and made use of her tongue. Whether it was simply her instincts or the shadow urging her on, her actions couldn't be held back any longer... and Mitsuru seeming to approve of all of it by grabbing her hair wasn't very good in way of making her think rationally.
Minako had only conveyed her affections for a handful of seconds, before Mitsuru moaned. Not a stifled, inaudible murmur.
No, she moaned.. First Mitsuru breathed gently, then gave a disoriented sigh, then her lips parted and she gave a blissful sound of contentment that could be heard from rows away. Minako thankfully couldn't see if anyone reacted immediately, and Mitsuru was too lost in the heat of the moment, but oh did heads ever turn.
Minako gasped between the folds of Mitsuru's intimates, feeling the upright girl's thighs actively clench against the downcast presence of her face, all while her tongue danced and played against the girl's dampened warmth. This was bad. She had to do something.
Finally, there was some form of intervention, just before Mitsuru reached a climax. Minako was **** to stop when...
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