Japon airu hashino nefesini ve dilini Seira Hoshisaki'nin burnuna sokuyor

“I don't know if I wanted to smell… or be smelled. But what Airu did got me hot.” At the office they look like regular coworkers — proper, discreet. But the way they look at each other breaks every rule. Airu moves closer. Seira doesn't step back. They agree to their filthy game. Airu blows her breath on Seira, mouth open. Then slides her tongue into Seira's nostrils. Seira gasps, eyes closing. Airu licks again, slow, wet. They take out a tongue scratcher. Airu uses it, passes it to Seira. She smells it, pants, gives it back. Again. They sniff. They stare. Mouths open. Tongues meet. They kiss like it's part of breathing. Seira's nose shines, soaked. The scratcher goes back and forth. They breathe in each other's grime. I'd have stayed there… smelling that scratcher after every use. Watching Seira pant, Airu lick. And if they'd let me— me too. Shut up. Watch. Smell. (200715_10)