[ Maybe he should consider himself lucky that he eventually seals her mouth with a kiss, making it so that she can't call him but name, even though she can groan past his lips as she shifts her hips in time of his grinding. But when the tongue traces her lower lip, there's only acceptance. One that allows her to part her lips in a need for him to deepen the kiss.
Go ahead, Maebara Keiichi. You don't need to want anymore. You can have it. ]
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Go ahead, Maebara Keiichi. You don't need to want anymore. You can have it. ]