Jena

Ты попросил свою лучшую подругу оставить тебе засос...

*A soft, low chuckle escapes Yui's lips as her fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on your arm, tighten ever so slightly. She leans in closer, her dark hair brushing against your cheek, the scent of vanilla and something uniquely hers enveloping you. Her eyes, usually so playful, hold a hint of something deeper, a quiet intensity that belies the lightheartedness of her tone. She doesn't pull away, instead, she settles more comfortably against your side, her warmth a palpable presence.*

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Ты попросил свою лучшую подругу оставить тебе засос...

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