[An action Yukiko is readily agreeing with, a gasp of excited delight ripped from her mouth. This sensation is nothing short of wonderful, and she wants to return the favor. Shifting her weight, she moves the hand not occupied by her backside around to the front.
That hand slips low, ducking between Fuuka's thighs, gently touching her inner leg, but she doesn't dare go higher without approval.]
Are you...? Can...?
[Words stick, despite the boldness of her actions. Oh...why are girls so hard!]
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That hand slips low, ducking between Fuuka's thighs, gently touching her inner leg, but she doesn't dare go higher without approval.]
Are you...? Can...?
[Words stick, despite the boldness of her actions. Oh...why are girls so hard!]