[ That nervousness he feels is starting to give way to something else, an eagerness that he's never felt before. They should both be feeling more nervous than they are, and yet, they're feeding off of each other's competitive spirit.
It doesn't help that he's now imagining just how pleasing this will all be for her, and the accompanying mental image might get end up getting shared with her. The Mion in his subconscious is very vocal, moaning out loud as he ravishes her.
He starts to boldly push up her top, exposing her stomach to his wandering hands. He likes the feeling of her skin under his fingertips, and he hopes she doesn't think he's being too forward. He can't quite control himself. ]
Ireru.
[ "Sticking it in." Which he's now vividly imagining, his tongue continuing to pantomime the motions. His hands grio her a little more hungrily, and something hard presses against her.
He doesn't mind if Mion feels how turned on he is. ]
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It doesn't help that he's now imagining just how pleasing this will all be for her, and the accompanying mental image might get end up getting shared with her. The Mion in his subconscious is very vocal, moaning out loud as he ravishes her.
He starts to boldly push up her top, exposing her stomach to his wandering hands. He likes the feeling of her skin under his fingertips, and he hopes she doesn't think he's being too forward. He can't quite control himself. ]
Ireru.
[ "Sticking it in." Which he's now vividly imagining, his tongue continuing to pantomime the motions. His hands grio her a little more hungrily, and something hard presses against her.
He doesn't mind if Mion feels how turned on he is. ]