[ The competitive side of Hana Song wishes Shiro would wipe that smug look on his face-- but she really is putty in his hands and she can't complain much when it feels this good. She'll have her time to have her way with him yet-- he'd better let her have that time. It's all she can think when he lowers his head once more and mouths her other breast and the reaction he gets this time is much the same. It's a good thing they're alone in the house, to say the very least.
When he raises his head and looks at her again, she's still looking at him with half-lidded eyes that are completely bleary with pleasure and desire, the back of her hand still covering her parted lips, partially covering her flushed cheeks. And she whimpers when he continues to watch her as he starts trailing down, wondering what sort of havoc he's going to cause now, although she's got an idea. Slowly, her hand drops away from her mouth, falling to her side on the mattress and grabbing a fistful of the bedding beneath her in anticipation as his name falls from her lips in a whine, her voice barely there. ]
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When he raises his head and looks at her again, she's still looking at him with half-lidded eyes that are completely bleary with pleasure and desire, the back of her hand still covering her parted lips, partially covering her flushed cheeks. And she whimpers when he continues to watch her as he starts trailing down, wondering what sort of havoc he's going to cause now, although she's got an idea. Slowly, her hand drops away from her mouth, falling to her side on the mattress and grabbing a fistful of the bedding beneath her in anticipation as his name falls from her lips in a whine, her voice barely there. ]