[It really wasn't fair that Oka-chan was so wonderfully responsive. The soft noises she was making were making it difficult to keep the pace slow and the way she kept squirming beneath him invitingly was driving him crazy. And though he had secondhand evidence that Okakou did not in fact dress like an old grandmother when going to bed, knowing that and seeing that pair of lacy panties was completely different.
He pulled down at her bra to expose her breast, teeth scrapping along her skin, drinking in her expressions greedily.]
Oka-chan, do you want to show me what you usually do? Since you know your body best.
[He's definitely not going to try to become the person who knows it even better because he had a weird compeititve streak, nope.]
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He pulled down at her bra to expose her breast, teeth scrapping along her skin, drinking in her expressions greedily.]
Oka-chan, do you want to show me what you usually do? Since you know your body best.
[He's definitely not going to try to become the person who knows it even better because he had a weird compeititve streak, nope.]