Fujiwara Reya always believed that the combination of mysterious black and alluring red exuded a mature womanly charm.
"Talk," he urged, gently caressing her smooth abdomen with his hands.
"Don't... you can't do this..." Kawashima Miki twisted her head, arching her body to push him away with her hips while dodging. But her movements and strength were very moderate, showing no real resistance, "Little rascal, don't be too reckless, don't... please... don't..."
"Come up, let's sit and talk."
Fujiwara Reya released her waist and instead pulled her hand to sit on the edge of the pool.
Kawashima Miki couldn't break free, glaring at him fiercely, then resignedly allowed him to pull her to the poolside, sitting down next to him. She wore only underwear, and so did Fujiwara Reya, their bodies slick and water droplets constantly falling.
