Hina’s delicate nails dig into my back as she squirms about beneath me. Her slender legs and soft white thighs squeeze my lower back, desperately for grip as I plunge into her again. Firm round breasts bounce forward and back to the rhythm as we grind into each other.

“Aaa….aaa….Ku-chan…yes…yes.”

Hina calls out in lust as her eyes roll back and mouth gapes open, drooling. The hot moist walls around my manhood constrict furiously as she curls her toes and orgasms again. I’ve never seen Hina this horny before. The never fading tingle of excitement and taboo spreads through my body as I listen to her gasp for air and look up.

The muffled cries come from our special guest, hanging just above my lover’s chest, can barely be heard. Her long green hair swings back and forth in disarray as she tries to toss her head about, struggling to break free of the ribbons which bind her arms and legs. I had never really thought about it much, but Hina’s skills with bondage and suspension really are amazing. I gaze and behold her craftsmanship again.

Not even two feet above Hina hangs Sanae, with a network of red ribbons covering her naked body. One arm hangs over her head and exposes a smooth armpit while the other arm runs down along her side and across her waist. Several ribbons wrap around her legs, pulling them apart just enough for her lower hand to be pressed between them. All these lines weave into the masterful tapestry of knots around her breasts and torso leading up to the ceiling support beams. It really is impressive.

Sanae eyes roll about an empty glazed look while she continues to rub her fingers between the swollen lips of her vagina. At first she just stared at us with anger and sorrow and cried while hanging helplessly. There really wasn’t much else she could do, since her head was pinned down to behold the erotic act being performed just below. But as I fucked Hina, who screamed in pleasure over and over again, the sight mesmerized the shrine maiden and intoxicated her senses. The perversion seeped deep inside and stirred the repressed desires she hid. Drops of Sanae’s tears and juices still occasionally drop into Hina’s heaving breast, causing her to moan in voyeuristic pleasure at the sight above while I lean forward and lick them off.