[ She listens, she looks at him and tries to understand what he is thinking. Does it mean he would like to try it? Would he receive pleasure from such an act? Because even if it did feel like she was being deprived of something so good—"that bump", as she so delicately puts it—she would want to pleasure Cloud above all else.
She closes her eyes and imagines it. Perhaps she is right by the door, back against his chest, while her thighs sandwiched his cock. It would have to be a good squeeze, wouldn't it? So that he could feel her properly, and she could feel most of him in turn.
It is no longer her nails tickling her skin, but her palm as she rubs one side of her thighs slowly. She wants her skin to burn up, to feel the heat, as she imagines how hot her beau's cock would be, thrusting forward and back between her thighs. Just thinking about it is getting her sensitive spot to tingle, if only because it is making her look forward to what would come next. ]
If we did that, [ She says, breath heavy. Ayaka's eyes open now and she looks at him, curiosity in her gaze. ] we wouldn't stop there, would we?
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She closes her eyes and imagines it. Perhaps she is right by the door, back against his chest, while her thighs sandwiched his cock. It would have to be a good squeeze, wouldn't it? So that he could feel her properly, and she could feel most of him in turn.
It is no longer her nails tickling her skin, but her palm as she rubs one side of her thighs slowly. She wants her skin to burn up, to feel the heat, as she imagines how hot her beau's cock would be, thrusting forward and back between her thighs. Just thinking about it is getting her sensitive spot to tingle, if only because it is making her look forward to what would come next. ]
If we did that, [ She says, breath heavy. Ayaka's eyes open now and she looks at him, curiosity in her gaze. ] we wouldn't stop there, would we?