"I'm actually really tired tonight," Akira said, choosing B. "Long day, and I have to prep for that basketball match with Kenji. Rain check?"
She pouted but didn't stop, her hand wrapping around his shaft under the blanket, stroking slowly up and down the hardening length. "Fine... but let me help a little."
The motion was discreet, her palm gliding over the fabric, squeezing the head that Akira had to focus on to keep his breathing steady.
He stifled a groan, his own hand rubbing her clit in circles, then he slid two fingers inside her slick heat, curling them to hit her spot. "Quiet," he whispered.
Mia bit her lip, hips shifting subtly. "Mmm... yes." Her strokes quickened, thumb circling his tip, while his fingers thrust deeper, her walls clenching around them, juices coating his hand.
Aoi shifted uncomfortably, glancing their way but saying nothing, her face flushed. Ayaka raised an eyebrow but stayed silent.
