Fine. Prove it. [ Shinji grips both of Hiyor's arms at the shoulder and yanks her out of her sitting position. He leans closer, unwilling to let her budge out of his grip. ] I wanna feel it. [ And he's even closer now, breathing hot air into her ear. ] Show me how much ya want it, Hiyori.
[ He drops one of his hands around her waist and forces his head into the crook of her neck. Shinji drags his tongue and teeth across a small section of the baby soft skin on her neck. He sucks and kisses gently, finally letting her other arm go while he uses it to support himself as he presses further into her.
Shinji slips the hand around her waist under the thin cotton of her white shirt, running his hands over her the warm skin of her stomach and side. ]
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[ He drops one of his hands around her waist and forces his head into the crook of her neck. Shinji drags his tongue and teeth across a small section of the baby soft skin on her neck. He sucks and kisses gently, finally letting her other arm go while he uses it to support himself as he presses further into her.
Shinji slips the hand around her waist under the thin cotton of her white shirt, running his hands over her the warm skin of her stomach and side. ]