Reducing the distance separating me from Marckza, I enclose her against the door, cutting any possible path out for her to take by putting my hands at both sides of her head; Which must be funny to watch, as her height surpass me by 75 centimeters.
Little Eslana gulps down audibly, deviating her sight by reflex and embarrassment, not wanting her beautiful emerald eyes to be locked with mine, but I am infatuated with the panicked and distressful expression Marckza has, tilting my head to maintain the eye contact.
The blush on Marckza's cheeks becomes more intense, similar to her breathing, making her chest to be visibly moving up with each inhalation, as the exhalations force her breast down, bouncing slightly due to her current outfit.
She has taken off the green armored plates of her Combat Gear along with her Fake Epidermis Suit; Wearing a loose sport pants with a jacket of the same type.
{Just like the moment we met on Clarattoia}
