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She didn’t even know why, just that an ancient part of her brain told her she should feel ashamed of what she was doing. The shimmering well of feelings and sensations grew within her as she was practically rubbing her… p-pussy, on a pillow. It was a scary, blinding sensation as the white moon gave color to her lilac bed sheets and blue panties. Her hazel eyes were kept closed, safe from her lurid thrusting. But behind them were accelerating vistas of Him, and of every battle they had, and each time she’d walked over the court to talk to Him, and when she smelled Him, and them talking and laughing together juxtaposed to how bad a girl she was being. She bit her lips, failing to stop a girly moan as her legs spasmed atune her waist. Thinking of what if he’d see her now. Holding her breath, she focused on the softness and the nice smell of her room, to distract herself from the unknown feeling slowly dawning upon her. Her breath ragged and her soft skin hot enough to make a teapot blush. There was an unknown liquid staining her underwear now slowly sliding down her thighs. Her instincts took over and her inhibitions ran out. She felt herself in Florian’s arms and saw him looking straight into her eyes and she swore she smelled him as if she was IN his chest and her legs gave out. Naranja’s own princess lets out a uncharacteristically feminine moan as her inside got painfully hot and from her toes to her back arched. When her mind ran out of Florian she opened her eyes in the dim room. Puddle on the sheets, and her skin slick with sweat and an addicting, sweet feeling left to smother her back to soft sleep.
‟…Flor?” she called out to the door weakly, almost hoping it answered. Then closed her eyes.
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>‟Hm? What is it? Do I have food on my face? You’re staring hard enough to dig holes through me!”
You can’t bring yourself to ask about what you saw last night, trying to find the bathroom.
>‟Come on! Spit it out! Finally got a crush on me?!”
N-No way.
