[Yosuke moans, loud and obscene. Holy shit. Holy shit. That was hot. He licks his lips and shakes his head, lost for words for a moment. There's this haze in his brain that won't clear, and his dick springs back up when Lisbeth grips his thigh. Shit...he's not going to last if she doesn't let him-he doesn't even know. He just needs to-needs to...]
[He leans down, kissing her deeply and hungrily. His hand slides out of her and up her body, landing at her breast and rubbing, squeezing, stroking. He hums a high pitched, needy whine at her.]
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[He leans down, kissing her deeply and hungrily. His hand slides out of her and up her body, landing at her breast and rubbing, squeezing, stroking. He hums a high pitched, needy whine at her.]
Fuck...you just...didn't you? Oh, man. Oh, man. T-touch me? Shit. That...shit.