[ Haruki seizes the opportunity presented to her when Isuke's mouth opens, darting her tongue in and deepening that kiss. She's dizzy with the way she's frantically kissing Isuke, but Isuke's the only thing she wants right now.
Her hands clutch fistfuls of Isuke's hair, tugging her closer. There's a moment where Haruki shivers, even moans quietly against the kiss, the wound on her back sensitive to her touch. ]
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Her hands clutch fistfuls of Isuke's hair, tugging her closer. There's a moment where Haruki shivers, even moans quietly against the kiss, the wound on her back sensitive to her touch. ]