how she adored this of him, eyelashes fluttered just for a moment to relish in the feeling. her hands moved so mouth could play now, tongue slowing gliding and teasing a nip at nub.
whimpering, like a true loser - squirming under her touch, her lips, every nerve tingling throughout his body .
" h - hana, be careful . . . ! "
so pathetic . all she did was touch him .
( well she means — those panties beneath skirt were coming off, not ripped ,,, she liked these ones. body moved to straddle the other, hips inching down with a gasp. )
i cant pass off an offer.
( orbs moved to the side, okay she could sit just like this and be happy. )
( definitely a loser, it made her cackle softly. those kisses remained soft, suckling down on flesh gently. hands moved to grasp at, feeling them up with a pleased hum. heaven. )
" 'm not a loser . . . "
muttering under his breath, gnawing the inside of his cheek as she places kisses along his toned stomach . skin was scarred, yet soft, and his muscles twitched on each feather-light touch .
( it was hard not to flush out at the sight alone, but this wasnt the time. head shook, along with bunny ears, she was gently topping over the kitsune. )
youre such a loser.
( hana spoke softly, hands lifting their shirt so she could gently press small kisses to their +