[ Trying. She is, really, showing a lot of control, for a girl her age, but Homura doesn't have to speak or even use her hands to show Junko just how she feels about this. Junko can feel every little gasp and shudder in her body, quiet, restrained, like she's keeping a secret. They both are, but Junko's confident they won't be interrupted, and she's almost tempted to tell Homura to just let it come out, but there's something both cute and alluring about how she's trying to keep a little quiet.
Her thumb brushes over the girl's nipple now, rubbing gently, feeling how soft her body is. So small, so undeveloped, but beautifully sensitive, and Homura is all too willing to enjoy it. Junko laughs softly, pulling her other hand away and pressing it against Homura's stomach. ]
Then I guess I have no choice.
[ Her hand moves lower, pushing the bathrobe aside, slowly moving towards her legs. ]
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Her thumb brushes over the girl's nipple now, rubbing gently, feeling how soft her body is. So small, so undeveloped, but beautifully sensitive, and Homura is all too willing to enjoy it. Junko laughs softly, pulling her other hand away and pressing it against Homura's stomach. ]
Then I guess I have no choice.
[ Her hand moves lower, pushing the bathrobe aside, slowly moving towards her legs. ]