[It's a hell of a change from Ethan who never seemed particularly happy about anything - and as that thought idly crosses her head she's reminded of his scent and how terribly it clashes with her own. But she doesn't really want to think about another guy while she's with Yamato, and when she pulls away her tongue draws a path along the underside of his length, and she rubs it there while allowing her throat to relax and -
His? Is that what she is? ... Well, maybe. She did promise to go with him in the relatively far future so that ... Means something. Not like he needed an excuse for her to suck his dick anyway.
She flushes and looks up at him, her usually calm eyes are a little glassy with lust and she can't talk, obviously but ... The answer there is 'yes'.]
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His? Is that what she is? ... Well, maybe. She did promise to go with him in the relatively far future so that ... Means something. Not like he needed an excuse for her to suck his dick anyway.
She flushes and looks up at him, her usually calm eyes are a little glassy with lust and she can't talk, obviously but ... The answer there is 'yes'.]