[ok but Kondo, at this point, might not make it-- legs were one thing, knees are another, but that hint of thigh and what remains beyond that-- a thong? biki cut? Just what fate awaits him-- that makes Kondo incredibly hot beneath the collar.
One hand, that tricky, tricky hand, curls along her knee. The flesh of his palm lightly strokes.]
NO! I mean, er, no...you should be free in your own home. Don't let me tell you what to do.
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One hand, that tricky, tricky hand, curls along her knee. The flesh of his palm lightly strokes.]
NO! I mean, er, no...you should be free in your own home. Don't let me tell you what to do.
[God, that look!!! He smiles back at her.]