[ He can feel her hands on his chest so much more thanks to his choice of a wardrobe, his thin white button-up not stopping the feeling of Ai's warmth against his chest in the slightest.
His hips rock in tandem with hers, having found a rhythm in grinding himself against her. Honestly, it's starting to hurt... he's getting so stiff, his pants still being on is a feeling that amounts to torture right now. ]
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[ He can feel her hands on his chest so much more thanks to his choice of a wardrobe, his thin white button-up not stopping the feeling of Ai's warmth against his chest in the slightest.
His hips rock in tandem with hers, having found a rhythm in grinding himself against her. Honestly, it's starting to hurt... he's getting so stiff, his pants still being on is a feeling that amounts to torture right now. ]
Do... do whatever the hell you want...