[ She's rooting around in their closet, and Nishitani is no help because he's standing behind her, hands gripping her hip dips, biting at her neck and shoulders as she tries to find the yukata's he'd gotten them a week or so ago. ]
[ The only thing that can get Nishitani off her-- ]
Fuck, bitch, your hair! [ Sputtering, Nishitani pulls back scraping at his face. Her hair got in his fucking mouth. Again. ]
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[ The only thing that can get Nishitani off her-- ]
Fuck, bitch, your hair! [ Sputtering, Nishitani pulls back scraping at his face. Her hair got in his fucking mouth. Again. ]