170…
He alternated between his hands—one kneading her soft, heavy breast, the other delivering light, teasing licks that sent her into a rhythmic trance.
Miki's moans grew louder, more desperate, her voice a needy, high-pitched melody that echoed in the chamber.
Her hips shifted reflexively, her bloomers dampening as her arousal built.
150…
"K-Kota… please…" Miki's voice choked out, her plea raw and vulnerable, her arousal flaring as she sought his approval amidst the overwhelming sensation.
140…
The edge of her bra pressed against her underboob, a distracting irritation.
Kota reached up, sliding it aside with a gentle tug, fully freeing her chest to the chamber's red glow.
Her breasts bounced slightly, exposed and glistening, her breathing now urgent, tight gasps that betrayed her struggle to keep control.
The glyph on her chest flickered, its red warning pulsing like a heartbeat, teetering on the edge of overload.
