It was an unspoken promise between them to touch her only over her clothes. Kieran had just broken that promise. But instead of blaming him, she snuck her hand into his pants.
Her mindset was focused more on getting revenge the same way than blaming him. On the other hand, she also wanted to hear Kieran's startled voice, him sounding surprised.
But it was her who was surprised.
'Ehhh, what is this? I-It's completely different from when I touch over the pants..!'
Inside his pants, the hard, thick, long pole radiated warmth.
She slowly moved her hand to feel the length.
'It's warm,' she thought, heaving.
Kieran whispered into her ear as she marveled at the heat in her hand.
"Move it up and down."
"Move it? Ehh, like this..?"
Katarina began tugging her hand up and down with a good grip on his length. When Kieran smiled, she yanked her hand even harder, feeling proud for some reason.
"Is it… good?"
"Yes. It's great."
"I see… aii?!"
