[those reactions spur her on, continuing in the same vein for a few short endless minutes.
Mm, Haruka. That's the tip of her tongue again, and then she's tracing slow, deliberate patterns with it. It's the same ones she pressed into your thigh earlier, but she'll forgive you if you're not thinking straight enough to recognize it.]
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Mm, Haruka. That's the tip of her tongue again, and then she's tracing slow, deliberate patterns with it. It's the same ones she pressed into your thigh earlier, but she'll forgive you if you're not thinking straight enough to recognize it.]