As long as you cry out sweetly enough for me when you give in.
[When she was gripping, Chloe lifted with her hips, and Mokou was back against the wall. The naked, dripping assassin tilted her head and pulled her lips into her mouth in a fierce, hungry and greedy kiss. That had been all the permission she'd needed, and she wasn't giving Mokou the chance to say no later. Her hand continued to rub against what little guarded her womanhood, but her other hand slid up over her chest, under flimsy bits of fabric and toyed with that flat, sensitive chest.
She didn't admit it, but one thing she liked about treating Mokou like this was the fact that they were both flat chested. No comparisons here.]
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[When she was gripping, Chloe lifted with her hips, and Mokou was back against the wall. The naked, dripping assassin tilted her head and pulled her lips into her mouth in a fierce, hungry and greedy kiss. That had been all the permission she'd needed, and she wasn't giving Mokou the chance to say no later. Her hand continued to rub against what little guarded her womanhood, but her other hand slid up over her chest, under flimsy bits of fabric and toyed with that flat, sensitive chest.
She didn't admit it, but one thing she liked about treating Mokou like this was the fact that they were both flat chested. No comparisons here.]