...y gleam in her eyes.
Pulling her T-shirt over her head as she went, Kisara sauntered towards what Kenichi now recognised as shower cubicles.
He could see that she was actually wearing a lycra crop top under her T-shirt, porbably better for freedom of movement.
Kisara glanced over her shoulder to see him taking his vest off in turn, revealing a well-defined chest and abs, and coming her way.
Excited now, she struggled to hide her nervousness and casually turned towards him with her fingers hooked under her sports top, ready to pull it off in front of him.
Kenichi stopped a hair's breadth in front of her, and whispered:
" Let me take care of that..."
With blinding speed, he grabbed at her top, and in one smooth, practiced motion, whipped it off, dislodging Kisara's cap in the process and letting her glorious reddish hair tumble around her shoulders.
As she hungrily grabbed at the front of his trousers to pull him into the shower cubicle, Kenichi was groping her small, firm breasts with a practiced hand, making her bite her lip to keep from crying out.
As he rubbed and squeezed around her nipples, Kisara's mouth found his with her usual agression, locking lips and jamming her tongue into his mouth.
Kenichi's hand found the cut-off part of her jeans, ...