Aisha scooted closer to Jake, their hips now touching as she still clung to his arm. To an outsider, they probably looked like a couple, just enjoying the evening.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Aaaah~"</span>She cooed, waiting for Jake to feed her the next piece of meat (<span style="font-size: 9px">giggity</span>).<br/><br/>And as she squirmed around, practically rubbing herself up against his arm, her yukata finally lost the battle it had fought this entire evening. Even in the orange glow of the roaring fire, the difference between Aisha's skin and nipples were easy to spot, as the cloth slowly fell away. The drunken girl remained completely oblivious to it, as she simply held her mouth open for him to feed her again, while eagerly wiggling around on the hill.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>