Mitani Akari stepped out from her panties, and Kurata Mao tossed them on the floor, but just when she thought Kurata Mao would taste her, she stood up, kissing her some more. Mitani Akari kissed her back, confused to why she had left her without treatment, until Kurata Mao grabbed the lid of the machine and pushed it clear. Kurata Mao then wrapped around her hips, and helped her hop up on the clear glass, and like in so many fantasies, she smiled, hit the button, and took copies of her ass. The both smiled and laughed at the situation, and as each flash of light went by, a new picture of her pussy popped out. Kurata Mao picked one up with a grin and a wink, “Souvenir!” Mitani Akari was amused by the setting, but she wouldn’t be going without, and she pulled the back of Kurata Mao’s head to her snatch, “Flip book?” Kurata Mao smiled at the thought before she buried her face in the her pussy, and Mitani Akari moaned loud as the machine printed out the movie. Kurata Mao didn’t tease her anymore, and she licked her clit with single intent, to make her moan some more. Mitani Akari braced herself on the back of the machine, and Kurata Mao lapped on her cunt. She stayed directly on her slit, needing to bend over slightly with the height of the top. Mitani Akari grunted as her clit took the abuse, and Kurata Mao was unrelenting. As she neared climax, she slid two fingers deep into her, pushing them to knuckles depth, and then she added more to it, curling in on her G-spot. Mitani Akari began to squeak with pleasure, each slam in her cunt in time with each stroke of her clit. Just as Mitani Akari was ready to burst, they heard the door click.