[ She smirks, tapping her chin inquisitively. Good on her that she didn't answer, because her body told the entire store in of itself. Illya's finger traces right outside, making sure that it doesn't go inside; there isn't much of a point for that, after all. ]
You probably like that, but... I'm not going to satisfy you at all like this, am I? Because I'm only barely touching you at this point. If you want more, you'll have to beg for it.
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[ She smirks, tapping her chin inquisitively. Good on her that she didn't answer, because her body told the entire store in of itself. Illya's finger traces right outside, making sure that it doesn't go inside; there isn't much of a point for that, after all. ]
You probably like that, but... I'm not going to satisfy you at all like this, am I? Because I'm only barely touching you at this point. If you want more, you'll have to beg for it.