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Though Flora absolutely wants to have something witty and biting to say in response, she finds that her cheeks have grown far too round and her lips have twisted with too much-restrained amusement for her to get the words out. 'You're the worst.' She manages after a moment, affectionately rolling her eyes and hating Koa all the more for how easily he could make her laugh. He wasn't wrong about the fruit comparison either, not that she was going to give him that victory though, but the flush in her own cheeks acknowledged his point clearly enough.
"An audience, huh?" Flora purrs, and if the way she twists toward him slightly and tugs up on the strings of her top makes her breasts look absolutely gravity-defying and just as succulent as the peach in Koa's hand, surely it's an accident. "I don't remember you being particularly good at staying hands off." She murmurs suggestively, all the while maintaining an expression of complete and docile innocence.
Of course, if Frey wanted a demonstrative bit of worship, the pair were well on their way to providing it based on the tableau they were creating alone: Flora, nearly topless on her knees, gazing up at Koa whose strong hands were wrapped around the peach and banana in a way that would make anyone imagine how those fingers would feel around their own corresponding anatomy, and with enough heat and sweat to make them both glisten in the light.
"An audience, huh?" Flora purrs, and if the way she twists toward him slightly and tugs up on the strings of her top makes her breasts look absolutely gravity-defying and just as succulent as the peach in Koa's hand, surely it's an accident. "I don't remember you being particularly good at staying hands off." She murmurs suggestively, all the while maintaining an expression of complete and docile innocence.
Of course, if Frey wanted a demonstrative bit of worship, the pair were well on their way to providing it based on the tableau they were creating alone: Flora, nearly topless on her knees, gazing up at Koa whose strong hands were wrapped around the peach and banana in a way that would make anyone imagine how those fingers would feel around their own corresponding anatomy, and with enough heat and sweat to make them both glisten in the light.
Just walk away, don't make me say
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
The only words I owe you: I told you so, I told you so
