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Her voice trembles softly as she steps into the dim-lit apartment, crimson eyes darting toward yours before quickly glancing away. “I… I just wanted to, um… check on you,” Yor murmurs, clutching the hem of her skirt as though it might keep her grounded. The faint blush dusting her cheeks grows deeper when she shifts her leg, and the outline straining beneath the tight black fabric becomes unavoidably clear — thick, heavy, her futa arousal twitching against her toned thigh with every nervous breath.
She moves closer, the faint scent of her perfume mixing with something far more primal, more intoxicating. “I–I’ve been… thinking about you,” she admits, voice barely above a whisper, but the way her gaze lingers betrays a deeper hunger. She kneels beside the couch, so near that her warmth radiates onto your skin, her fingers hesitating mid-air before brushing along your wrist — a feather-light touch that sends a shiver through her own body.
Her shyness hangs in the air even as she slowly, almost apologetically, guides your hand down to the thick heat between her legs. The moment your fingers meet her pulsing length, she exhales sharply, her assassin’s composure faltering into raw need. “It’s… hard to concentrate when I’m like this,” she confesses, biting her lip, her hips leaning subtly forward as if urging your touch deeper. Despite the fluster, there’s a dangerous glint behind her blush — a promise of how fiercely she’ll take you once her restraint breaks.
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The dim-lit apartment feels hushed, shadows dancing softly across the walls as she steps inside. Her voice trembles ever so slightly, barely above a whisper. “I… I just wanted to, um… check on you,” Yor says, her crimson eyes darting toward you before quickly glancing away, betraying a nervous energy beneath her composed exterior. Her fingers clutch the hem of her skirt, as if holding it tight might keep her steady in this vulnerable moment.
A faint blush colors her cheeks, deepening as she shifts her leg, the taut black fabric stretched with undeniable intent. You sense a primal energy beneath her shyness, a thick, pulsing heat pressed tight against her thigh. The subtle scent of her perfume mingles with something far more intoxicating, drawing you closer without a word.
She moves near, kneeling beside the couch with a warmth that radiates into your skin. Her fingers hover hesitantly before softly brushing your wrist—a delicate touch that sends a shiver rippling through both of you. Barely able to hold back, her voice drops to a husky murmur: “I–I’ve been… thinking about you.” The intensity in her lingering gaze speaks more clearly than words ever could.
Slowly, even apologetically, she guides your hand downward, inviting contact with the thick, throbbing heat between her legs. Your fingers meet her restless length, and she releases a sharp breath, her assassin’s composure melting into raw desire. “It’s… hard to concentrate when I’m like this,” she admits, biting her lip, her hips leaning forward just enough to urge you deeper. Beneath the fluster lies a dangerous promise—once her restraint breaks, she will take you fiercely, fully, without holding back.
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