"No, of course you don't," Hitomaru replies as his touch slips under rubbing, testing and teasing, while the other pushes the thin cloth of the T-shirt slowly upwards over the firm bottom.  The top is pushed over the curvy hips,  as the tall male edges closer to her mouth, a Cheshire Cat grin on this handsome face until he captures the soft lips once again.<br/><br/>This time the contact is searing, as the Kitsune works on her, his tongue playing, twisting and dominating.  The girl's tight shirt continues to creep up, exposing her stomach and undersides of her large chest.  Both grips now attach themselves to the globes, pressing and squeezing the firm softness.