Lunar bit his lip, trying not to be turned on by the image before him. He’d always known Noodle was attractive, but to see her actually spread eagled and openly masturbating in front of him…he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over her body, watching her lips part as she groaned, watching her breasts bounce just so slightly with each pulse of the toy against herself, and of course, the faintly dark wet spot appearing between her legs.
She knew from experience that the suit could be incredibly thin when the wearer wanted it to be, almost like there was nothing there at all.
“It feels—ah!—like a tongue,” Noodle said between her gasping moans. “Almost as good as someone actually ohfuck eating you out.”
