YUHI
Yuhi returned to the girl on the couch. Her cheeks were still red due to the kissing they just did, and she was nervously playing with a strand of her hair.
"Where were we?"
Sumire tilted her head. "I believe we were making out, and your hands were touching somewhere."
"Ah yes, I can't forget that part." Yuhi smirked as he stared at her rumpled clothes. He walked over and brushed his lips against her ear, as he whispered nothing but filthy words.
Sumire tells him to put her out of her misery already and kiss her, so he did that.
"Mmmm dearest."
She really is pretty, and gods those sounds she makes.
He somehow managed to take her to his room. But, why does she look so nervous? Yuhi gently placed her down on the bed, and started to remove his clothes.
"It's because the setting is different."
Right, he's never brought her here before.
"Should I stop then?" Yuhi asked.
