[Haru finds her head pushed back, a little tilt to the side that exposes the pale, soft skin of her throat. There's a murmured oh when Yukari's lips start suckling, a sensation as new and foreign for her as it is pleasurable.
The heat between her thighs is starting to get distracting.
It takes just a second for her to realize what the hand creeping up underneath her blouse is looking to do, and she pulls back to look at Yukari, her cheeks red.] W-would you like me to, um.
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The heat between her thighs is starting to get distracting.
It takes just a second for her to realize what the hand creeping up underneath her blouse is looking to do, and she pulls back to look at Yukari, her cheeks red.] W-would you like me to, um.
To take my bra off?