"Mmm~! It's tingling~!"
Gurberet had started the evening behind that skull helmet, composed and formal, every inch the proprietor surveying her assets.
Now she had neither the helmet nor the composure, and her mismatched curls stuck to the chocolate curve of her cheek as she tilted her head back and let out a broken sound from somewhere deep behind her sternum.
"Nhh~ haah~"
Her thighs trembled. Her fingers found the arm of the couch and couldn't decide whether to grip or surrender.
I kept my fingers inside her curled it in a flowing motion as I dug her treasure~
The transition between negotiation and this had been shorter than I would have preferred to admit.
She had stared at me across the table with those red-on-black eyes, composed as a woman addressing shareholders.
And then she basically answered with "We can do that now!" with a playful smile on her face, a thumbs up, and flushed cheeks.
