Koyori learned the hard way not to tease Watame too far. It was enough when Koyori moved her hands a bit far down while hugging her, when she sniffed Watame’s nape, but definitely too much when she wanted to feel her tits.
If that’s how she wants it, so be it. Watame and her would wrestle each other for a while, each getting very close to dominating the other. Watame had her pants pulled down and Koyori’s fingers began to touch her, but Watame managed to flip it around. With Koyori’s shirt removed, and Koyori desperately trying to hold her bra, watame stood above her, smiling and licking her lips. Koyori cried for help, but Fubuki was having way too much fun watching while poor Laplus was too short to see it over the fence
