[ Obikawa leans over just slightly to place his wine on the table, as if expecting a positive answer before Ishmael has the chance to speak.
And it's the subtle stutter that lures him in excitedly -- more than the fact that she had practically just agreed to letting him fondle her. ]
I'll be gentle, don't worry. [ His dandy tone may give off the impression that he isn't being completely honest, but fortunately Obikawa intends to keep his word. Gently. He brings both hands to the underside of Ishmael's chest, fingers following the curve of her breasts. ] Do you not wear a bra? [ He chuckles before lightly squeezing the flesh against his palms.
I was gonna have him say that's hot but thought of Paris Hilton and how I saw her last year. So I won't. ]
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And it's the subtle stutter that lures him in excitedly -- more than the fact that she had practically just agreed to letting him fondle her. ]
I'll be gentle, don't worry. [ His dandy tone may give off the impression that he isn't being completely honest, but fortunately Obikawa intends to keep his word. Gently. He brings both hands to the underside of Ishmael's chest, fingers following the curve of her breasts. ] Do you not wear a bra? [ He chuckles before lightly squeezing the flesh against his palms.
I was gonna have him say that's hot but thought of Paris Hilton and how I saw her last year. So I won't. ]