Hana-chan’s thin lips curl into a smile as Nana began exhibiting more submissive behavior. She made her way over, hips swaying smoothly back and forth. “Nana.” she murmurs taking a strand of her hair and wrapping it around her finger slowly.
“Haa~ Okaasan!”
Eagerly her kuron gestures accordingly; her palms turn to tiny mitten-like fists and wiggle just beneath her chin, resting on either side to give her a cute appearance. When the dominatrix leans in even closer, Nana’s eyes direct towards the ground.
“Nnn… was there somethin’ you needed?”
