My ass is literally a few inches away from Kiba's dick. He's touching me, and sparks are flying through my whole nervous system. Stupid butterfly feeling that makes me want to throw-up. Oh god. His touch is light and sensational, and, god, I just want him to make a move and -
No! No! Martial arts!
Slap this ass! You know you want to!
No! Martial fucking arts!
"Okay," I whisper, and that's when I know I'm screwed. I inky whispered around guys when I was extremely horny. My body may not have been showing it, but I'm familiar with myself. The way my voice sounds when it's low is almost needy and whiny and had practically had every gay guy, that wanted a piece of my ass, pouncing on me. "What now, teacher?"
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