[ The way he folds up his towel and gently places it on the ledge is somehow the most amusing thing she's seen in a while. She has to bite the insides of her lips to keep it to herself, which is an effort in vain as his hand slides between her legs and his fingers play at in skin in a way that makes her giggle and squirm— in probably not the way he'd been intending.
Ann scoots herself a little closer so she can slide an arm around him and rest her chin on his shoulder. And since they're copying each other's moves, anyway, her hand slides between his thighs, hardly bothering to tease the way he does. Her hand goes all the way up, gently cupping his balls in the palm of her hand, fingertips stroking them idly almost the way he does to her thighs. ]
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Ann scoots herself a little closer so she can slide an arm around him and rest her chin on his shoulder. And since they're copying each other's moves, anyway, her hand slides between his thighs, hardly bothering to tease the way he does. Her hand goes all the way up, gently cupping his balls in the palm of her hand, fingertips stroking them idly almost the way he does to her thighs. ]
Hey… remember that night, with Yusuke?