My thumbs kept their dance around her peaks while my other hand traveled up to her cheek, gently stroking it. She leaned into the touch, the phone still glued to her ear, her voice strained as she tried to keep her moans in check.
"What do you think, Futaba?" I murmured, watching the battle of wills play out on her face. "Is this the kind of feeling you're looking for?"
Her eyes remained tightly shut, and she nodded, the tension in the room thickening as her arousal grew more potent. Her voice was a mere whisper, "Yes, Onoda-kun. It's... it's different. Better."
With her quiet admission, I couldn't help but feel a little sense of achievement. This was twisted, I know. But this was even less than what I had done before my change.