Ana was crazy while playing games with Tomoko. She could clearly see the image of Shin's cock in her mind over and over again.
You know what people say about photographic memory? So, Ana had it at a supercharged level with things that made her curious.
It was almost like her memory had a higher resolution than reality itself. She just couldn't stop thinking about it.
Ana had long ago decided she would die a virgin. Not out of prudishness, far from it, but because she refused to hand any man that kind of power.
In her mind, the one being penetrated was always the weaker link, the one who surrendered control. She wasn't about to be that person.
Still, she was the very opposite of repressed. She'd given so many handjobs she'd lost count years ago.
Blowjobs were much rarer; only a handful of men had ever been worth the effort. And she had strict rules: she never dropped to her knees.
If a guy wanted her mouth, he had to find a way to elevate himself so she could stay standing.
