[ He bites down on his lip, wondering if he should ask her to stop. Some part of him, shamefully enough, enjoys this. But he's starting to get a little too needy, and cuffed as he is, he can't do anything about it but rut against her hand helplessly. ]
P-Please, Inaba... you're gonna drive me crazy if you keep that up...
[ He presses his hips a little more firmly into her hand, those boxers leaving nothing about his shape to the imagination now. ]
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P-Please, Inaba... you're gonna drive me crazy if you keep that up...
[ He presses his hips a little more firmly into her hand, those boxers leaving nothing about his shape to the imagination now. ]