[ Still not there yet. Fine. Haruka almost laughs, but considering her breath is coming in puffs now, it's just ragged. If that's what Michiru wants...that's what Michiru will get...
She turns on as much of her smoulder as she can manage, soft and intimate and almost smiling. On her terms, Michiru. She always yields on her own terms. ] Finish me.
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She turns on as much of her smoulder as she can manage, soft and intimate and almost smiling. On her terms, Michiru. She always yields on her own terms. ] Finish me.