Her head was reeling. It had been since she had woken up this morning, but what was much more afflicting and horrifying was the constant throb between her legs and the inability to do anything about it. Well, that wasn't quite true. She had already slipped her hand between her legs twice this morning before even getting out of bed, and the
(
Read more... )
The hand that he had not restrained balled into a fist as well, the the teen aimed another punch for his jaw, snapping her legs closed in a rather vain attempt to keep his grope at bay. Being touched as such was just adding more fuel to her angry fire as it was turning her on a little more, and Minatsuki was far too concerned with reacting instinctively to think - hey, maybe if he's touching you, you'd be better off to stop fighting him and just fuck him. No, the brunette wanted to...to push him away and maybe even hurt him.
Her hand, still stinging from the contact with his jaw, flexed experimentally before making to mess in his hair. Her intention had been to yank backward, hard enough to part hair from their roots, but the creeping sense of familiarity caused her stop, think about her actions for the slightest of seconds before changing her direction; pulling him down instead of away, toasted her for a kiss that was more teeth than anything else.
Reply
Leave a comment