[Again, Nue allows herself to be pulled. On top of the futon, she crawls close, setting one of her hands on Sanae's waist and not doing anything to avoid the places where their bodies press together from her leaning. Almost idly, she wonders how far Sanae intends to take this. Maybe she'll ask if she doesn't stop soon, but for now, she's perfectly happy to keep kissing her. Obviously.]
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