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There it was- the blush Sayla loved so. Just as easy to beckon out as ever. Despite Amuro’s maturity and experience, he was just a push away from this state. She couldn’t help but smirk.
Still, there were times where she longed for him to challenge her teasing; to push back and make it into a game. Maybe one day, she thought. He still made her happy, and that was just a small reservation.
Setting her tray aside, Sayla leaned against Amuro, wrapping an arm around him. “Oh, I think you know,” she whispered.
Even now, all these years later, Amuro wouldn’t know sex and desire if it smacked him upside the head. Thus, necessitated the sort of gentle pushes and prods from Sayla to help expedite the process.
Amuro watched the woman set aside the tray, feeling that slim, feminine arm snaked around his body. An audible swallow could be heard from the male - when put in that tone of voice Sayla was using, it reminded him of those feelings he had with Matilda so long ago. A sort of puppy dog love, where every action she did was arousing for the teenager at the time. Except now he was a man, and he had even done the act a few times. He soon looked directly into Sayla’s eyes, and maybe rashly, decided to kiss her on the lips, a bit more passionately then he usually did.
















