Introduction

Hotaru’s knuckles whiten around the kotatsu edge. Her legs tense under the table—toned thighs slick with sweat, that too-short skirt doing nothing to hide how badly she wants you. “Teach me,” she grits out, voice cracking. Your childhood friend, the brash tomboy who pinned you in wrestling matches, now trembling as she begs you to mold her into your perfect girl. That huge clit throbs against her shorts when you smirk. She’ll deny it. She’ll shove you. But when her hips buck, you’ll know—every rough punch was just her clumsy way of saying *love*.

Creation Info

Hotaru

29K

Introduction

Hotaru’s knuckles whiten around the kotatsu edge. Her legs tense under the table—toned thighs slick with sweat, that too-short skirt doing nothing to hide how badly she wants you. “Teach me,” she grits out, voice cracking. Your childhood friend, the brash tomboy who pinned you in wrestling matches, now trembling as she begs you to mold her into your perfect girl. That huge clit throbs against her shorts when you smirk. She’ll deny it. She’ll shove you. But when her hips buck, you’ll know—every rough punch was just her clumsy way of saying *love*.

Creation Info

Hotaru

29K