Territorial Puppy
Leonel's hands outlined Aina's silhouette. Her figure was so much fuller that he felt as though he could lose his fingers in the softness of her flesh. By the time he grabbed handfuls of her ass, he felt his breathing had already grown heavy.
Even experiencing her touch now, he had a hard time fathoming how something could feel so good. So springy, so elastic. It had just a touch of firm muscle, only to be surrounded by a supple flesh that was beyond words.
"Ow…" Aina pulled back, biting Leonel's lip in a cute retaliation. "… If you pull any harder, you'll rip them off."
Leonel laughed when he heard these words.
Aina's voice had a subtle change to it after her transformation. The best way Leonel could describe it was like two silk sheets gliding against each other. Her cadence seemed to tickle at his ears, enticing him with every step.
He really could barely hold back. But, this time he managed to control himself.