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Madoka edging Homura so slow. A quick handjob until she’s a leaking, throbbing mess but not close enough to cum.
M-madoka, I don’t wanna dirty your clothes-
Then I’ll just take em off~
Poor Homura is diamonds and dripping like a faucet, getting love bites and slight nails against her erogenous zones. She’s a mess of groans and hot sensitive skin, Madoka looking at her like she’s the only girl in the world.
After endless openmouthed kisses and having her nipples thumbed, she feels Madoka’s forehead against her shoulder. She looks down between them and her toes curl as her heart clenches.
'She couldn’t resist the call of her own excitement while doting on me.'
Can I help?
Mmm please Homura-
Before Madoka can apologize, Homura’s fingers slot between her girl’s as she learns how Madoka needs to be touched.
They’re both lost in the heat of kisses and mutual attraction until Madoka’s high whine of release makes Homura finally cum between them.
Instead of whatever the echoes of self hatred imagined, Madoka is boneless but bright shaky laughter too.
She’s looking up at Homura with everything but heart shaped pupils and Homura is torn between looking away and pressing closer.
They cling together until there’s almost nothing between them.