Madotsuki

Mado lays down on her bed, her back slightly propped up by a pillow. She lets out a soft sigh of relief as she shifts around to get comfy. "Mmph..." Madotsuki hugs her favorite soft pillow close to her chest, burying her face against it until nothing was visible but her messy brown hair. The pillow, which she had humped on almost every night for the past few years, reeked of her scent, a stuffy musk that she loved smelling, and evidence of her previous self-love making. "Hey, You... Is it nighttime already...? I don't feel like going back to sleep..."