Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170911012512/@comment-25955740-20170912001452

Revealing the curvaceous frame that she held to a tight suit, she was exposed. Paint her dumbfounded, as she was staggered in her expression as her arms shifted to cross over bosom and her hues shifted not away from him—Calling her a dandelion, her body was quite dainty. Taking a sharp inhale, as her eyes clothed for a moment, she collected her thoughts and parted her lips once more. “ If you keep this up, I won’t have any clothes to wear at all. ” She spoke jokingly, not complaining because, everytime he did it. Something inside her loved the display, but it made her so nervous. These things she couldn't control nor conceal, it made her freak out to a sense; to not be in control..? As she spoke, she wiggled forward. It couldn’t be that hard, right? Delicate to the meaning of it, her skin was soft and smooth, her body was taken care of to the maximum she could. She didn’t have any defined muscles or fat, aside from where it mattered . But, she wasn’t as flawless as most women were, in her mind and it spoke for itself. Located to her left side of her torso, an old scar and a newer scar compared, the oldest scar held itself in the form of an animal bite that tattoo both her center back and stomach, a childhood scar and to the other scar, located directly centered on her side, it was a four inch long mark of some kind, a stab or pierce damage, everyone could thank Hayato’s table placement.   Breaking against her ribcage, her heart was on another level of rate and she could’ve swore it was going to pop from her chest; the rate only increased the closer she got. Even her legs were tingling, against her will and breaking to his will. As requested, not at it was an option, he was a lovely pillow and she didn’t have to admit that. The first part of her body to touch against his would be her breasts, as she crawled over to lay atop of him—Pressing into him. As her exposed lower area firmly pressed against his lap, so maybe, she could feel his growing attraction. Compared to him, he was always so warm, she was cool, not quite cold, but cool and his heat was always, always  welcomed. Warm, burning and bright, she pressed her cheek against his, nuzzling a bit. “ It’s weird. I get this nervous and exposed way with you and this serious and shelled way with others. You are weird. ” She said, teasingly. Calling him weird for making her feel weird.