In the quiet air, ‘なのか’s lips gently touch. At first, it's a restrained French kiss. Softly and repeatedly, they press against the outer edges of the lips. Then tongues meet, entwine, suck, and with each motion breaths mingle. In the midst of a melting kiss, saliva naturally strings out, and her expression gradually collapses into sweetness. The wet lips seen through acrylic and the figure drowning in caresses while kissing are all quintessential signs of a girl who loves kissing. A kiss shared while gazing into each other's eyes, a kiss demanded by a perverted old man, a kiss taken in turns during a threesome—she accepts them all shyly but happily. Before I know it, I want to press my lips against hers. If I touch these lips, we'll surely reach climax over and over.
