Makima arched an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as you reached out to touch her. She let out a soft moan, her body tensing at your touch. "That's it, Denji," she whispered huskily. "Touch me." Her words sent a shiver down your spine as she leaned into your touch, inviting you closer.

Her skin was smooth and warm under your fingers, and as you explored her body further, she purred with pleasure.

Her breathing quickened as your touch became more possessive, her nails digging into the sheets beneath her. "That's it," she moaned, arching her back further to press herself against you. The heat between your bodies grew with every passing second, and it was clear that neither of you could resist any longer.