[ Hana's made quite a few smart career moves in her short lifetime: being an attractive young girl has afforded her the opportunity to star in movies and endorsements outside of the tournament circuit, and she's taken full advantage of this, much to her agent's delight. Her personal life, as far as the public eye is concerned, is spotless; she hasn't been linked to anyone romantically in months, no matter how hard the tabloids might try to catch her red-handed. She's seemingly tread cautiously in her celebrity up until this point, and the fact that she's willing to risk her very well-maintained image by engaging in sex acts in a club with a man twice her age speaks volumes of how highly she thinks of 76.
Or perhaps it speaks volumes of how terrible her impulse control actually is. She can't resist him, and she's known from the beginning that the path they've chosen is a terrible and unforgiving one. Hana's thought about the scandal that would erupt should the media catch hold of their little affair, but even that seems to pale in comparison to the way they will fare together internally. As much as she wants to focus on the physicality of their relationship, she knows that it can't last that way. Fights like this are, indeed, on the horizon if they carry on this way, and while she feigns ignorance, Hana knows that she can't ignore it for long.
"For long" is, gratefully, still a ways away, however. And she's nothing if not an opportunist. ]
Yeah? Is this the real reason why you came here, then? [ She murmurs as he breaks the kiss, her mind reeling as she takes in a deep gulp of air. She'd kissed him until she was dizzy, the absence of his mouth's warmth causing a dull ache to throb between her legs. The hand in his hair slides downwards as if she isn't sure where she wants to touch first, opting to trail down his shoulders, over his bicep, and towards his chest. Leaning down, she presses a hot, suckling kiss beneath 76's jaw, inhaling sharply as his hand hikes her panties between the lips of her pussy. She's so slick and hot-- she has been since he entered the room, if she's honest-- and the feeling of the fabric bunching and harshly curving against her clit is enough to cause her to bear her hips down against the sensation. ]
Since when have you ever cared about what I want? [ She snaps, a bit of heat that has nothing to do with her arousal entering her voice. Hana's aware that this is his way of making nice, but she can't help herself as her teeth graze the flesh of his neck, her tongue laving against it to taste the salt of his skin. She presses her tits against his chest, arching her back in order to give him easier access to where she wants the most attention. The feeling of her panties biting into her pussy drags a moan past her lips as she rocks her ass against the taut strip of fabric being held in place by his fingers. It feels good, yes, but it's barely enough, and she nips hard at his earlobe in complaint. ]
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Or perhaps it speaks volumes of how terrible her impulse control actually is. She can't resist him, and she's known from the beginning that the path they've chosen is a terrible and unforgiving one. Hana's thought about the scandal that would erupt should the media catch hold of their little affair, but even that seems to pale in comparison to the way they will fare together internally. As much as she wants to focus on the physicality of their relationship, she knows that it can't last that way. Fights like this are, indeed, on the horizon if they carry on this way, and while she feigns ignorance, Hana knows that she can't ignore it for long.
"For long" is, gratefully, still a ways away, however. And she's nothing if not an opportunist. ]
Yeah? Is this the real reason why you came here, then? [ She murmurs as he breaks the kiss, her mind reeling as she takes in a deep gulp of air. She'd kissed him until she was dizzy, the absence of his mouth's warmth causing a dull ache to throb between her legs. The hand in his hair slides downwards as if she isn't sure where she wants to touch first, opting to trail down his shoulders, over his bicep, and towards his chest. Leaning down, she presses a hot, suckling kiss beneath 76's jaw, inhaling sharply as his hand hikes her panties between the lips of her pussy. She's so slick and hot-- she has been since he entered the room, if she's honest-- and the feeling of the fabric bunching and harshly curving against her clit is enough to cause her to bear her hips down against the sensation. ]
Since when have you ever cared about what I want? [ She snaps, a bit of heat that has nothing to do with her arousal entering her voice. Hana's aware that this is his way of making nice, but she can't help herself as her teeth graze the flesh of his neck, her tongue laving against it to taste the salt of his skin. She presses her tits against his chest, arching her back in order to give him easier access to where she wants the most attention. The feeling of her panties biting into her pussy drags a moan past her lips as she rocks her ass against the taut strip of fabric being held in place by his fingers. It feels good, yes, but it's barely enough, and she nips hard at his earlobe in complaint. ]