It's my turn *
With my mind set out on what to do, our situation smoothly transitioned to the same mood as last week, inside her bedroom.
While I continued to pull down the zipper of her tracksuit, revealing her sexy figure underneath it, Ayu tugged at my shirt, pulling it off of me in between our kisses.
As soon as my naked top half got registered in her eyes, she took a while to admire it before running her hands on my body, groping my chest and abdomen.
And perhaps mindful to not repeat what happened back then when she fainted and we failed to finish what we started, Ayu put herself more on the offensive by going further down, gripping what I was hiding inside my pants.
Yep. It’s very much contradictory to her defensive boxing style. Uh. Wait. Now I’m the one getting influenced by her passion for boxing. Inserting that comparison that I would normally not do.