"Nnnrgh...  nrmmf...  ahhhh!" Hikari finally loses her 'grip' on the t-shirt in her mouth, leaving the saliva-soaked fabric to fall to the upper swell of her breasts, resting bunched up there as the voluminous orbs begin to bounce and roll from the jarring impacts of his hips pounding against hers.  The heat- and lust-addled half-demon girl mewls plaintively and gives an abrupt arching of her back, pinching her knees in on his flanks and tensing visibly as her abdominal muscles ripple and thighs flex rock-hard for an instant.<br/><br/>There's a tiny, mouse-like squeak and then an uncontrollable shiver as Hikari squirts her honey in a surprisingly pressurized release, soaking Hitomaru's lap with her coital juices.  The small girl pants animatedly for a moment, then slowly--but quite easily, owing to a remarkable degree of flexibility and control--raises one leg up into a splits position, straightening it out and swinging it up and over his head to the other side of her body.  The wayward limb hooks back at his opposite shoulder, her heel against his shoulderblade, holding her in the semi-splits position with him still wedged firmly into her sex despite all the twisting.<br/><br/>Hikari turns at the waist so that her upper body is face down on the dresser, arms stretched out to grip the opposite side firmly.  For a moment, it looks as if she might be trying to pull herself away and off of the demon's spearing phallus.  In the end, however, she just glances back over her shoulder toward him, blushes bashfully even through her exertion-reddened features, and tightens her grip on the furnishing, girding herself for more.  Though...  she does appear to have lost the game, in terms of keeping her makeshift gag in place.