[ Kasumi can't help but moan when Maya bites her lower lip, feverish from the way Maya's body is pressed against hers, from the way she looks at Kasumi, the way her voice is airy and filled with desire. When the siren pulls away, Kasumi licks her lips, and when she speaks, her voice is low and similarly breathless. ]
Maybe.
[ by that she means yes, of course, and the way her hands skirt the hem of Maya's shirt says as much, her touch light, playful and teasing. ]
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Maybe.
[ by that she means yes, of course, and the way her hands skirt the hem of Maya's shirt says as much, her touch light, playful and teasing. ]