Poppy
Star
- Joined
- Sep 5, 2017
Haru wondered what it could be that Akira had been wondering about her. Was her interest in him that obvious? She didn’t mean to come across as such, but he was just so nice. And cute, to boot. But as his hands began to wander her plump bottom, she let out a small squeak of surprise. Where Haru was fairly flat chested, having small mounds, she had an ass that could rival Ann’s.
“I….I’ve wanted to do this with you for a long time, Akira.” Haru’s voice was as sweet as ever, letting out a few small moans as he continued to toy with her.
Futaba was watching her screen intently, hands folded in a style similar to that of a bossy father figure in a mech anime. The lenses of her glasses reflected the lewd scene before her, a smirk tugging at the side of her lips. She was ready for the show to begin, the chat room already filling up with customers who were eager to see Akira’s encore performance.
“I….I’ve wanted to do this with you for a long time, Akira.” Haru’s voice was as sweet as ever, letting out a few small moans as he continued to toy with her.
Futaba was watching her screen intently, hands folded in a style similar to that of a bossy father figure in a mech anime. The lenses of her glasses reflected the lewd scene before her, a smirk tugging at the side of her lips. She was ready for the show to begin, the chat room already filling up with customers who were eager to see Akira’s encore performance.