Ruiko Saten | A Certain Scientific Railgun
The air’s too warm, her skin’s too sensitive—and everything feels magnified
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The air’s too warm, her skin’s too sensitive—and everything feels magnified
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A slow drop crawls down her length—drawn out, unhurried, cruel
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She lies there still, but her cock pulses with the urgency of something alive
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She tries to focus on anything else—but the heat between her legs refuses to be ignored
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The tip glistens in the low light, twitching once, like it knows you’re watching
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Her thighs part just enough for it to breathe—and that’s all it takes
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She breathes in slowly, as if controlling her lungs will settle everything else
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She clenches her fists instead of her thighs—like that’ll help
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Her cock presses up against her stomach, sticky warmth smearing skin
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She’s flushed, trembling, soaked—and hasn’t even touched herself once
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Every breath fans across her own skin, and she swears it makes her twitch
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Her hands stay still, but her shaft doesn’t—it pulses, leaks, begs
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She shifts her hips without thinking—anything to ease the pressure
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Her breath hitches when the head brushes her belly—again, again, again
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The fabric clings tight around her shaft, warm and wet from how long she’s been like this
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She’s not touching—but her whole body is reacting like she is
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Her body’s gone quiet—except for that one part, alive and pulsing
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Sticky heat clings to her skin, and still she refuses to move
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She closes her eyes, trying to will it away—but it only grows
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The tension builds slow, cruel, dragging her into it with every pulse
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Every breath brushes against the sensitive skin—and she’s breathing harder now
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She shifts in her seat, trying to focus—but the pressure won’t let her
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It’s not that she wants to touch—it’s that not touching is driving her insane
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Her length presses against the fabric, twitching from the slightest shift
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She presses her thighs together, not to hide it—but to feel it
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She’s still, quiet, aching—and her cock keeps leaking like it’s thinking for her
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She doesn’t move—but her body betrays her, twitching from the tension alone
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Her thighs stay pressed together, trapping the heat right where it hurts
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A thick drop clings to her tip, trembling before it finally falls
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She’s not even touching herself, and yet she’s already on edge
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