[ temperature play wasn't something sakura had ever thought about before. but the contrast of obito's warm, natural hand and the coolness of the other is all kinds of interesting. she arches up into his touch, wanting more. touching her own breasts has always felt a little odd but this--this she really likes.
almost as much as she likes the feeling of his hardness pressed against her. she rocks up into him, spreading her legs so she can angle things just so. the fabric of his pants is the perfect kind of roughness against her skin as she repeats the motion. a moan catches in her throat--his name spoken against his lips. ]
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almost as much as she likes the feeling of his hardness pressed against her. she rocks up into him, spreading her legs so she can angle things just so. the fabric of his pants is the perfect kind of roughness against her skin as she repeats the motion. a moan catches in her throat--his name spoken against his lips. ]