It was all she could do to stay focused on Hagino’s face; hair like a curtain of night, ivory skin glowing in the dim light, those mesmerising sapphire eyes glowing down at her with an exhilarating hunger or ferocious intent.
A shrill cry cut through the sounds of flesh on flesh, the squelching, the obscenely fluid noises of that squirming tendril burrowing its way into Mari’s abdomen. Hagino arched sharply and tossed back her head in convulsive fashion, her hair flailing all around her, bucking like a wild mare with her thighs gripping powerfully on Mari’s waist, almost forcing the young girl’s breath from her lungs. Her hips drove forward, up off the brunette’s stomach, the sleek muscles in her thighs visibly tightening with the strain, buttocks trembling. Insensate, her fingernails dug sharp red lines on Mari’s breasts, bringing a sudden yelp amidst the panting, moaning chorus of sex. Mari could only lift her head a little, still disoriented by the overwhelming bursts of endorphins continually saturating her brain, enough to see and feel something clear and sticky leaping out in several narrow bursts from the alien girl’s loins, jetting out to trail in long lines from Mari’s belly right to her forehead.
Then, just as suddenly, Hagino fell in a crumpled heap still straddling her roommate’s pelvis, wallowing on her back between Mari’s parted thighs and panting heavily like someone half-drowned. The fleshy tendril joining the two girls bodily came free of Mari’s navel with a wet pop, its petals spread wide, an almost painfully stimulating sensation. Mari, gasping, gave a squeal that became a hiccup in her throat and made her whole body jump.