Don't Call It A Gift

Noriko--still sans underwear, because she hadn't bothered looking--unlocked the door to her apartment to let them in, tossing her keys on the hook and herself on the giant pillow-like couch, legs spread as wide as her playful smile under the hem of her skirt. The place was small, but tidy; the bed was up in a loft over the kitchen, though it was plenty big enough to accommodate them both for anything they might well want to do.

"I hope the show earlier didn't tire you out," she teased, inching up her skirt to show off her thighs. She could plainly see he was still hard in his trousers and Nori definitely intended to make use of that.