[ minako squirms, breath hitching as her fingers tug lightly at yukari's hair. ]
I do, but not now-- [ maybe she's leaning into the reaction a little because she knows yukari likes it. and she knows it's the kind of thing she'd like to get in response if she was doing this to her.
but also she really is worked up. part of her wonders what approach yukari will take, whether she might grab any of the toys from the closet, but right now she barely cares. there's a sharp little gasp at the tease of her fingers and her tongue on her nipple, nails raking lightly at yukari's back. ]
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I do, but not now-- [ maybe she's leaning into the reaction a little because she knows yukari likes it. and she knows it's the kind of thing she'd like to get in response if she was doing this to her.
but also she really is worked up. part of her wonders what approach yukari will take, whether she might grab any of the toys from the closet, but right now she barely cares. there's a sharp little gasp at the tease of her fingers and her tongue on her nipple, nails raking lightly at yukari's back. ]
Fuck, Yukari, more please...