[Holy shit. She ... How is she supposed to react to this? What should she do? The part of her that's vaguely capable of thought and basic reasoning is scrambling. She'd been taking his desire to be with her, in a sense, very seriously. This wasn't a question of doubting his intentions, but she had thought some of it was just pleasant dressing. But it's not.]
Oh. [Just that, at first, despite the fact that her scent, in its submissive, needy state, doubles over, though only to work in tandem with his.] Okay. [She feels incredibly hot and her tits ache and feel full all over again despite how actively he's squeezed at them. It's probably the result of those pills but she doesn't have the sense to realize that at the moment.]
I will, that's all I'll - think about or look forward to! [She's going a little out of her mind, here, amping up towards an indescribable form of pleasure.] I'll just be yours.
[And right now she can't think of Masaomi, he's just not there for a second, and she doesn't even have the sense to be scared or concerned about it.]
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Oh. [Just that, at first, despite the fact that her scent, in its submissive, needy state, doubles over, though only to work in tandem with his.] Okay. [She feels incredibly hot and her tits ache and feel full all over again despite how actively he's squeezed at them. It's probably the result of those pills but she doesn't have the sense to realize that at the moment.]
I will, that's all I'll - think about or look forward to! [She's going a little out of her mind, here, amping up towards an indescribable form of pleasure.] I'll just be yours.
[And right now she can't think of Masaomi, he's just not there for a second, and she doesn't even have the sense to be scared or concerned about it.]