[ Sasha moves just enough to give Souji the space and leverage that he needs as he works on her dress. Her eyes follow his hands as he bares more and more of her skin, and the brush of his fingers leave warmth, such as that it bids her pulse to run faster.
Sensing what Souji wished to do, Sasha leaned her head slightly away, closing her eyes, giving further access to her neck. One of her arms reach up to undo the tie in his hair, just so she can run her fingers through the ink black strands. She mirrors his movements, lips and warm breath brushing against the side of his face. ]
Souji...
[ Her voice comes softly, encouraging. His hand on her hip reminds her though, of the picture depicted in the card; that he should not be the one pleasuring her like this. Her other hand joins his, to help him slip the last garments past her hips. ]
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Sensing what Souji wished to do, Sasha leaned her head slightly away, closing her eyes, giving further access to her neck. One of her arms reach up to undo the tie in his hair, just so she can run her fingers through the ink black strands. She mirrors his movements, lips and warm breath brushing against the side of his face. ]
Souji...
[ Her voice comes softly, encouraging. His hand on her hip reminds her though, of the picture depicted in the card; that he should not be the one pleasuring her like this. Her other hand joins his, to help him slip the last garments past her hips. ]