well said, dear sister. you are mine. . . AND mine only. ( pressing his fingers hard against the younger girl' s panties. ayato leans in to peck her lips, to overwhelm ayaka with all types of sensations. )
naturally, i … am nii—sama’s, after all. ( a flinched yelp, gripping tight against his coat as hip trembles with slightest touch. she was trained to be sensitive at the hands of her big brother, far too much, with even the