[ Well. Maya would know by now that Kasumi's neck is one of her greatest weak spots, so it shouldn't be a surprise that Kasumi bites down on her lower lip as the siren trails kisses down her neck, a low, pleased sound coming from her throat she does so. And when she hits the collarbone, Kasumi practically melts a little, tilting her head back, her hair dragging against the wall, hands balling the fabric of Maya's shirt into her fists.
You know, for all her teasing and playing, sometimes Kasumi is practically putty in Maya's hands. ]
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You know, for all her teasing and playing, sometimes Kasumi is practically putty in Maya's hands. ]
We're not going to make it to the bed, are we?