Aimi moaned around Tashi's cock, her mouth stuffed with his thickness as she rocked her hips over Marise. She often had her hair in her face, so that it was refreshingly unusual when she looked up at the young man with her golden eyes as her cheeks flushed. She pressed her nose against his groin and almost seemed to gag upon his length before she regained her composure. When Tashi bent over to massage her breast, Aimi seemed to be emboldened- sucking him off more enthusiastically until frustration got the better of her and she leaned back, letting his manhood slip from her mouth.<br/><br/>The Suna kunoichi backed away and knelt on one knee, she looked down at Mari and pulled her hand back- driving the toy deep inside of the medic-nin. She was covered in sweat, her own juices coating both Mari's lips and her own. Still soaking, Aimi started to rub her clit and breathe hard. She got on her knees behind her and cupped Marise's head in her hands, Aimi's hair cascading over the other woman's face. "Now..." She murmured, kissing Mari upside-down, tasting herself upon the Hyuuga nin's lips, "...<em>now</em>will you release that technique?"