BJ Tits
*In spite of her usually-combat-oriented self, everyone's favorite rich girl finds herself in a most compromising situation:
Sprawled lazily over a large desk is a shadow of most radiant beauty- wearing a mask befitting a countess at a masquerade, she runs her fingers over her tattooed chest, flashing a mocking smile as the scrolls of paper extending from her head wrap slowly around every inch of Ayaka's squirming body, held to a wall from the waist down. Over each of Ayaka's willowy, elegant fingers, paper changes in width as it travels teasingly up her goose-bumped arms, hemming 'round her delicate neck and tightening with each inch it travels- letting out a slow, pained moan, Ayaka's eyes roll back tiredly..*
Sprawled lazily over a large desk is a shadow of most radiant beauty- wearing a mask befitting a countess at a masquerade, she runs her fingers over her tattooed chest, flashing a mocking smile as the scrolls of paper extending from her head wrap slowly around every inch of Ayaka's squirming body, held to a wall from the waist down. Over each of Ayaka's willowy, elegant fingers, paper changes in width as it travels teasingly up her goose-bumped arms, hemming 'round her delicate neck and tightening with each inch it travels- letting out a slow, pained moan, Ayaka's eyes roll back tiredly..*