[ when she lifts herself up before him, he's able to bring down the waist fold of her skirt as skillfully once open, pull more of it and take it off her legs. her acceptance of his undressing her more as she guides him is encouraged when her hands are placed on the back of his own to get rid of the sweater, and so he does without hesitation.
his face is in awe at how she looks underneath that boring clothing, admiring her clear skin, the shape of her breasts, how they react to the heat of the moment...
...
... his gaze settled on the long scar that crossed her torso along with the tattoo inked from her neck to her intimate parts. an ugly scar worse than the small one sei has below her right shoulder, a scar inflicted by a bushi sword. his face draws closer to press his lips against the starting scar from her shoulder down in small and soft open-mouthed kisses. down... down... until they reach her cleavage, a turn of his head so his lips capture her right nipple, licking and sucking to his heart's content while his opposite hand strokes on her other breast, the wings free of his back leaned against the sofa perked up excitedly to what he's feeling. ]
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his face is in awe at how she looks underneath that boring clothing, admiring her clear skin, the shape of her breasts, how they react to the heat of the moment...
...
... his gaze settled on the long scar that crossed her torso along with the tattoo inked from her neck to her intimate parts. an ugly scar worse than the small one sei has below her right shoulder, a scar inflicted by a bushi sword. his face draws closer to press his lips against the starting scar from her shoulder down in small and soft open-mouthed kisses. down... down... until they reach her cleavage, a turn of his head so his lips capture her right nipple, licking and sucking to his heart's content while his opposite hand strokes on her other breast, the wings free of his back leaned against the sofa perked up excitedly to what he's feeling. ]