The kiss was still deep and hungry, tongues sliding wetly against each other, lips swollen and shiny with saliva, soft moans escaping both of them. Yuta's hands stayed on Misaki's back, slowly moving lower, feeling every curve, every inch of her body through the thin fabric. He reached behind her, unhooked her simple white bra with practiced fingers, and slowly pulled it away.
The bra slid off her small, perfectly sized breasts, exposing them fully.
