Sometimes you don’t want to be kissed. You want to be breathed in. With the tongue out. With the nose pushed where it shouldn’t go. Mirei was just working out. But Shizuku was no longer thinking about abs. She was thinking about that mouth, that breath— about invading her intimacy. Mirei keeps doing crunches. Shizuku assists her, asking her to come closer. Mirei hesitates, shy. Shizuku rubs her nose against that trembling tongue. Tastes her without kissing. Without speaking. She breathes her in. Until Mirei stops withstanding. She holds her face, lets her do it. And then licks her nose— with desire, like it wasn’t the first time. There’s no more workout. Just short breaths, sticky saliva, and two mouths craving more than kisses. They take turns inhaling each other, licking, owning, dominating. This isn’t a kiss. It’s dirtier. More intense. And once you dive into a scene like this… you won’t want to come back. (210210_11)