[ It's good, and Mikasa gasps, her eyes flickering as she gazes at him, watching. It's better than her own touch, in a way, for both the novelty and the trust, and her body rocks against Jean without hesitation, chasing the pleasure of him, the way he looks at her just...
It's perfect. She feels unworthy. ]
This... This is good. [ Slow, careful grinding, pushing herself into his touch. ]
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It's perfect. She feels unworthy. ]
This... This is good. [ Slow, careful grinding, pushing herself into his touch. ]