Seijirou deepened the kiss, his lips pressing harder against Touka's, tasting the faint sweetness of her breath mingled with the salt of nervous sweat on her upper lip.
Her shy moan vibrated into his mouth, low and trembling, sending a jolt straight to his cock, which twitched against the confines of his pants.
He savored the sound, the way it hummed through their joined mouths like a secret plea, while his hands finally broke free from restraint.
They slid from her narrow waist, fingers splaying wide to grip the firm curves of her perky ass through her thin gown.
The fabric bunched under his palms, warm and slightly damp from the heat building between them, and he squeezed, pulling her hips flush against his growing erection.
She gasped into the kiss, her body arching instinctively, thighs parting just enough for him to feel the soft give of her flesh.
