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“What a gentleman,” Satoru says, eyeing Suguru’s fingers lingering on her dress strap. “Here I was hoping you would help me take it off.”
“Not in the club,” Suguru says like a promise. Satoru deliberately moves so that her strap falls off her shoulder again. Suguru laughs, easy, and fixes it for her again. She looks at Satoru like she’s sizing her up. Satoru bites her tongue. “Please tell me you’re going to let me take you home and fuck you, Satoru,” Suguru says in a low voice. Satoru’s name rolls off her tongue so pretty, half a purr. “Dress on or off, I really don’t care.”
“Well, that depends,” Satoru answers, trying to keep her composure. She plucks her cherry out of her drink and rests it against her lower lip, rolls it onto her tongue. Watches Suguru watch her.
“Depends?” Suguru asks, hand sliding back to the small of Satoru’s back pulling her closer. Her fingers are almost possessive, the tips of them digging in, right at the top of Satoru’s ass. Satoru likes it. She likes it a lot.
“Yeah, depends how many times you’re gonna make me come,” Satoru says, as casually as she can. She feels like a livewire.