Ukyo made a motion backwards, but did not step backwards. Nabiki didn't know how long it had been wearing her, but she was still on the threshold of the pervert-side. She still had enough self-respect to resist.
But she didn't have enough to reject Nabiki's advance. She approached her like she might a confused puppy only thinking of running away. Nabiki held out her hand as she approached the counter/grill the topless cook was standing behind. It gave her a warm feeling to see Kuonji staring at her like one caught in one of her blackmail schemes. The warm feeling this time, though, was sexual.
When she was close enough, the dogi sleeve stretched itself out past her hands. It reached and was caressing the girl's boobs before her fingers were. It really didn't need to manipulate her hand, as it rubbed its now smooth, now rough material over the exposed skin. It was Nabiki who plied Kuonji's supple flesh. The dogi was more effective by sending rapid, persistent jiggles rippling from the boobflesh. Nabiki's sensitive hands also felt the effects, but, of course, the sensations were nowhere as intense as it was for the other girl. With the sleeve, she herself was denied contact.
Kuonji whimper, whined and moaned. It quickly became too much for her. Her legs were giving out.
The dogi had Nabiki leap effortlessly over the hot grill and catch her.
Sentient-clothed boobs pressed against naked boobs, Nabiki lifted the totally naked okonomiyaki girl in her sleeved arms. "Let's go upstairs."
Ukyo stopped her writhing and tried to stretch herself towards the door to her restaurant. "Have to close up..."
Tue Aug 03 02:21:45 2021