[ Ogre can sense the inexperience, but she doesn't mind in the slightest -- it endears her more than anything, Your Name's eagerness, and there's a sound that's almost like a laugh muffled in the kiss.
she's the one to break it, for just a moment -- to breathe, but not pulling away. ]
[She's out of the game world. She can't help but fall for the first person who gives her affection.]
You're... really nice. [a husky breath.] And strong, I bet.
[her hand goes to the top button of her jacket, giving it a little push until it comes undone. She arches her back a little to show off her body more...]
[ Ogre's eyes glance down, clearly approving of the view ... and after a moment of admiring that -- she leans over and tries to grab Your Name by the waist, both hands on either side of it. with a combination of her own strength and gravity manipulation she's trying to pick her up, get her into Ogre's lap, their chests together. ]
[She's more than happy to be pulled into Ogre's lap. And when placed against her chest... her only regret is they're still wearing so many clothes. She happily brings her arms up to place around the back of her neck, leaning her face in to kiss more.]
[ she returns the kiss, but it's clear her main focus is elsewhere mow. her hands are roaming, one going to try to push Your Name's shirt up, the other going behind her to none-so-gently squeeze her ass. ]
[ Whoa, she's realizing now Ogre really wants all of her body. This... this could be the last point she could reasonably back out.]
...
[Instead, Your Name arches her back more. Push her ass against her hand more. Give more of a clearance for Ogre to slip her hand under her shirt more. Her face is completely flushed beet red to the point Ogre could probably feel heat emanating from it, but there's no resistance.
In fact... couldn't turn-about be fair play? Her hands start pawing at Ogre's back, sliding up and down her sides.]
[ Ogre's hand slides up further under her shirt -- checking for a bra. Ogre's still wearing tatters herself, exposing skin for Your Name's touch, and there's an approving hum when she feels her hands. Ogre's slim, but there's still muscle and scars evident in places, probably unsurprisingly. ]
[There's a bra. A bit tattered as the rest of Your Name's clothes but easily removable. Whether by the latch behind her, or just pushing the cups up.]
...Can't help it.
[The muscle is attractive. The scars are intriguing. Your Name can't help but be curious enough to try to slip her own hands down to paw at Ogre's chest. Whether it's through a sleeve of her top or right down it. At the same time, intimate kisses are pressed to her lips.]
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she's the one to break it, for just a moment -- to breathe, but not pulling away. ]
You're real into this, huh?
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... [She looks up into her eyes. Betraying her growing... infatuation.]
[She's finally being picked. Picked by someone.]
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You're real cute like this. Like a schoolgirl in love.
Makes me wanna get my hands aaalll over you.
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[She's out of the game world. She can't help but fall for the first person who gives her affection.]
You're... really nice. [a husky breath.] And strong, I bet.
[her hand goes to the top button of her jacket, giving it a little push until it comes undone. She arches her back a little to show off her body more...]
Re: [nsfw beyond this point.]
[ Ogre's eyes glance down, clearly approving of the view ... and after a moment of admiring that -- she leans over and tries to grab Your Name by the waist, both hands on either side of it. with a combination of her own strength and gravity manipulation she's trying to pick her up, get her into Ogre's lap, their chests together. ]
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[Instead, Your Name arches her back more. Push her ass against her hand more. Give more of a clearance for Ogre to slip her hand under her shirt more. Her face is completely flushed beet red to the point Ogre could probably feel heat emanating from it, but there's no resistance.
In fact... couldn't turn-about be fair play? Her hands start pawing at Ogre's back, sliding up and down her sides.]
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Awful forward of you.
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...Can't help it.
[The muscle is attractive. The scars are intriguing. Your Name can't help but be curious enough to try to slip her own hands down to paw at Ogre's chest. Whether it's through a sleeve of her top or right down it. At the same time, intimate kisses are pressed to her lips.]