Kazuya swallows, and there's nowhere for him to really lean back to, without him falling back on the bed entirely. She's so close now, and she asks that again and he flushes red down his neck and almost to his chest.
He's straining against his pants by this point, and her body hovering over him is not helping. Neither are the hands on his hips.]
Do you want me to be?
[Because by his very nature he isn't loud. But also, he's never had someone suck him off before, so.]
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Kazuya swallows, and there's nowhere for him to really lean back to, without him falling back on the bed entirely. She's so close now, and she asks that again and he flushes red down his neck and almost to his chest.
He's straining against his pants by this point, and her body hovering over him is not helping. Neither are the hands on his hips.]
Do you want me to be?
[Because by his very nature he isn't loud. But also, he's never had someone suck him off before, so.]