A free hand flew to his tie, loosing it and pulling it off as quickly as he could. It fluttered to the floor, forgotten, and Ichigo continued feasting on her mouth, tracing the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Orihime whimpered again as her fingers flew to the buttons of his jacket, unbuttoning them from their confines. Once done, she slipped it off and it dropped to the floor just as easily as the tie had
( ... )
A faint smirk rose on Ichigo’s cheeks and he leaned close and pressed a kiss to her lips. His hand went to her breasts, clad in a light pink laced bra, and he grasped a mound with caution. Orihime gave out a staggered sigh against his lips and straightened her back, instinctually pushing more of her into his hand. He couldn’t even fit all of her hand, but it was definitely an emboldening feeling
( ... )
Swallowing thickly, Ichigo took one of her tiny wrists in one hand and her other wrist in the other hand. He carefully pulled them away from her front side, and while he could feel her trembling faintly in nervousness, he could also tell she was trying her hardest not to hide herself in front of him. She had turned her head to the side and closed her eyes tight in some mortification as she exposed herself to him
( ... )
“Y-Yeah...” she stuttered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She seemed to be trying to calm herself when Ichigo took initiative to pull her as close as he could to the edge of the desk and then align himself with her slick opening
( ... )
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