[ His face must be a lot prettier to look at if the lights weren't so dim. Kazuya doesn't look too bad to begin with, though he could afford a bit of muscle on him. Alas, she lets her imagination feed her for now.
He didn't answer, though, so she strokes him. Once. Runs her hand that's wet with his pre and her saliva up to the bell of his cock, and back down. She leans in closer, her head resting on his thigh, lips just mere inches away from where he wants them to be. ]
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He didn't answer, though, so she strokes him. Once. Runs her hand that's wet with his pre and her saliva up to the bell of his cock, and back down. She leans in closer, her head resting on his thigh, lips just mere inches away from where he wants them to be. ]
Did you say something? I couldn't hear you.