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"Finally!" Nemona sighed. She pushed Florian back, watching him land on the bed. "I've wanted to have you to myself since we met! I can't stand how cute you are, and how good at battling you are!"
"What are you talking about?!" Florian tried to sit up, but Nemona was quick to straddle him on his bed. She already started unfastening her white shirt, popping each button out at a teasingly slow pace. Although he was confused and slightly terrified, the male in him still wanted to see Nemona's bare chest.
He watched as Nemona pulled her shirt off, leaving her orange tie between her breasts--they weren't massive, but certainly bigger than he had pictured they would be. They were large enough to bounce whenever she moved while on top of him. He absentmindedly reached out before stopping himself to pull his hands back; Nemona grinned at this and grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands to her chest. Florian's fingertips sunk into Nemona's breasts as he squeezed them, still with a timid look on his face but a red blush covering his cheeks.
