Breaking the contact with her mouth, the fox lowers his face, as the top is pushed and placed over the massive mounds.  And lifting one of the breasts, his own lips capturing a pink tip and suckling on it.  The digits squeeze and rolls them for a bit, the strong grip biting into the silken teenage flesh.  He lavishes each globe with attention, his tongue leaving a trail between the nipples, and then stops rising up to his full height.<br/><br/>His body seems to be physically hotter than normal, although he doesn't seem affected by it.  The handsome features suddenly kisses her lightly once more and with a wicked smile that only he seems to do so well, "How about we play a little game."<br/><br/>Hitomaru picks up the hem of her Tee playfully and waits for the gymnast's reply.