'Thighs? Today's stellar. Maybe because it's the last one.'
Up to this point, she just took him lightly, thinking he was a pervert.
Until he hauled up her opposite leg as well.
Leaning back against the pillar, she clung to him, and she parted her lips in surprise.
"Hey, what are you doing… Eww?!"
It wasn't long before he covered her lips again. With no chance to speak, Lorraine had no option but to give up.
'A real pervert…'
Feeling ashamed, she mumbled under her breath.
Even that embarrassment soon disappeared.
She was so used to weird postures and sharing skinship with him, that the new notion of being lifted by her thighs felt no different.
With her thighs propped on his arms, she was stunned for a moment, but it didn't make her feel bad.
She even had a slight pounding in her chest.
Just then, Lorraine felt the touch of something hard and intrusive between her thighs.
It felt strangely different from just a solid object poking you.
It was flexible as well…
'..uh?'
