[and that's definitely a shiver at that nip. Michiru is almost frozen in indecision, mind vividly tracking the spots where your breath seems to just caress her skin. She should...probably move or something or at least.
Haah. That's a quiet groan, and then she's pushing down with her hips and pressing up with her knee.]
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Haah. That's a quiet groan, and then she's pushing down with her hips and pressing up with her knee.]