Do You Want Me To Touch It?
Kouhei's hand rested against her soft skin, fingers sinking into the supple, firm curves of Yuuna's breasts. They felt warm and smooth, the slightest bit elastic yet perfectly firm, fitting against his palm in a way that made his pulse quicken. He wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this—why he was even here like this with her—but the thrill surging through him made it hard to stop.
"Your hands are so rough~" Yuuna whispered, her voice laced with a teasing edge as his hands worked the soap over her skin. He felt the foam spread under his fingers, and Yuuna's soft moans, escaping in delicate gasps, sent a shiver down his spine. She arched slightly, pressing into his touch as her back tensed with pleasure. "Hnnn~"