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Spreading her creamy thighs apart, turquoise orbs hungrily eyed his lover. Satsuki wasnāt an exhibitionist. At least, she hopes thatās not the case. Suffocated pleas voided from her parted lips as Kuroko continues to tease, "Tetsu-kun, d-don'tā¦Peopleā¦Mmnā¦will hear." Currently their location was on top of the roof, tonight the both of them were ordered to be on support. Satsuki was assigned to be the sniper on the team. She enjoyed shooting from a range distance. And plus, itās fun watching them freak when the opposing team cannot pin point where the shooting is coming from. Unfortunately, Satsuki never works when Kuroko was around. To be frank, the sniper canāt even recall the targets name herself, itās difficult to think logically when Kuroko was around. She liked him so much. Sheās pretty sure the shorter male viewed her as some easy grub---nothing that he would call āgirlfriend materialāĀ But apparently the target was some man---figure of aurhority who took advantage of power. By all means, this does not imply that they were the good guys of course. KNS was an underground organisation who hired professional hitmens. Tonight would be another successful case. They were in an group of five and she had faith in a certain ex federal cop. Kuroko, their top hacker, began to stroke her now soaked underwear causing delicious friction, "Do you want me to stop then?" He huskily replied, simultaneously forcing a digit deep inside the other's wetness, "Take a listen of those sounds that you're making." He emotionlessly states but there was a mischivious glint within his eyes, whilst adding another finger as the pumping ruthlessly speeded up. Little did they know that Kurokoās radio waves were switched on halfway on accident during their little āsessionā.
