had brushed against each other many times because of the close quarters, The sweat between Ryoko Hirosue's legs became indistinguishable from another, more pressing moisture. Her legs slid together as Ryoko Hirosue walked, and she found that Ryoko Hirosue wanted to walk more and more to release the pressure. She decided that Ryoko Hirosue really swanted this guy, and there was a way to get closer "There is one other place that you should know intimately," Ryoko Hirosue said. He raised an eyebrow; some of their jokes had risen to a sexual nature, so Ryoko Hirosue blushed at the implication. "The stockroom." Ryoko Hirosue smiled as his eyebrow fell, but the joke did not go unshared. "Down here," Ryoko Hirosue said as she bent down, "are where all the large cans go." Ryoko Hirosue looked up at him from her kneeling position, and swallowed hard. Pressed close together between the metal shelving, and from Ryoko Hirosue's vantage
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