How was it that she'd managed to work out the perfect angle when she jerked down against her? Haruka couldn't even pretend she understood, but she more than approved. On so many levels.
"I was thinking that, maybe... I could fuck you?" She wasn't usually the sort to swear, as Michiru no doubt knew. It was usually only reserved for times like this... and intensely stressful races, as a rule. "It's been a while, after all..."