Hikari gives a bashful little yip as he oh-so-casually palms the hefty orbs, releasing them swiftly afterward to let them bounce and wobble a bit underneath her shirt.  Based on the raised indentations of her nipples pressing into his hands, she's not wearing a bra underneath the shirt.  Her face lights up with embarrassment, but it's all she can do to just put her hands on his shoulders and meekly hold him back from a full embrace, quivering as her knees are at his playful nips and sudden kisses.<br/><br/>"I-I don't have any secrets..." Hikari protests, scooting further backward.  Now she's sitting quite fully on the top of the dresser, which leaves the 'skirt' of her not-long-enough shirt doing very little to hide her toned, creamy thighs and the pinkness between them.  Not to mention that it leaves her with nowhere else to back away to, so all she can really do is turn her head to one side and shiver slightly.<br/><br/>"Ahh!  Kitsune-sama, th-that's naughty~~" Honestly, she didn't mean for her voice to have that sort of lyrical, almost taunting tone; she has no idea where that came from, and the sound of her own voice just makes her face glow hotter.  Her thighs squeeze and shift together, and worries at her lip with her teeth between stolen kisses, confusion and uncertainty overtaking her.