<div class="floatleft"> (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ec/1d/d2/ec1dd2a9d260de73d933ea1db3f6aa08--kimono-anime-art.jpg)</div><strong><strong>Ishihara Ai</strong></strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Kon<br/><hr/><br/>She felt the cool air against her bare skin as she is slowly unwrapped. It was quite difficult. first her obi, then the outer thicker and heavier layer followed by the one inside. She did not wear a bra, she did not need to inside her kimono. Her breasts were not large, but they were firm, pert, and a handful. Some would say a perfect size of her height and figure. She was pale, skin unblemished and untouched by the sun. She was built like a dancer, her limbs toned and her back firm to hold. She was happy with her body and worked to keep it that way. Dance, kyudo, and aikido had kept her flexible and discipline, except in this case her discipline was lacking. Her nipples were the size of blueberries and they were stiff and aching. In fact, every part of her was aching with the need to be touched and caressed. The cool air of the cafe did nothing to cool the heat that she was feeling.<br/><br/>She whimpered, everything about her was female except for the erect manhood that was now being assertively caressed by her client that she just met. She had of course explore it herself when she discovered it when she woke one day. It developed over the course of a week. But she never touched it like this. The softness followed by the firm assertive strokes drove her insane. She soon found herself getting more and more wet and moist. She was clean-shaven. Not a strand of hair covered her body and limbs. Her vagina was at the base of her manhood. She lacked any visible testicles, but she knew they were there. She wondered what her doctor would say. But those thoughts were not in the forefront at the moment. In fact, she had none other than the thought of the girl who had now decided to use her breasts to drive her crazy.<br/><br/>She found her reaching for them as she felt her manhood slide between the cleavage of Yuzuriho's breasts.They were soft against her hardness. She blushed at the girl and her ministrations. She wondered what the girl was thinking about. Her feelings at the moment strange. She wanted more, but did not know how to ask. What was the girl doing to her? She wanted more as she looked into the girl's eyes. Her throat was dry and made it impossible to talk. She let out another whimper. Everything was so sensitive. She shook her head as she started to guide the girl.<strong>"Please more....."</strong>She did not care what was happening around her or who was watching them She heard the gasps and the whispers. They were of desires unmet, pleasures taken and given, and of release.