[table] : sender’s muse fingers receiver’s under a table somewhere public - nana and sakata
"you're disgusting, mr. yokai," nana's lips quirk up lazily. clicks their tongue to hide a satisfied sigh as thick fingers play in their thong. if sakata was disgusting, then nana was putrid because oh how un adored when he stuffed his hand between their thighs in public. like a claim. a shameless display of ownership and gall that nana could never argue with.
anyone in the club could guess what they were doing. at least nana wasn't on the clock this time. the nymph rolls their hips, entices sakata's fingers inside so ve can ride them deep and proper. "you gonna make me order the bottle?" they bat their long lashes at him, hopes he says yes because it's dirty like that. they're both disgusting and fit together too well.











