"I don't know, Hito-sama--" Hikari starts to protest, only to be cut short when he presents her t-shirt to her mouth.  Despite her obvious reluctance, she tilts her head forward and daintily nips the hem, holding it between her bared teeth, immediately squeezing a moan through them as his tongue laps up one of her bare breasts, making the pliant flesh wobble for a moment.<br/><br/>Her face burns bright red with shame as she sits there on the edge of her dresser, nightshirt held up in her mouth, completely exposed to this strange man.  Her big, round tits glisten with a sheen of his saliva already, nipples protruding and red from the stimulation; her plump pussy glimmers with wetness of a different source, meeting his busy fingers with a lesser but still tangible heat of her own.  Now and again she shivers, not from cold certainly, but with the dim awareness that she's about to have her 'first' time (she doesn't count Goroi, of course!)...  not quite under the circumstances she would have envisioned, though for some reason she feels almost as eager as anxious when she bats her eyelashes at her unusual gentleman caller...<br/><br/>"Mrmf..."