Her heart races as she takes your hand in hers, their skin warm and soft against each other. She looks into your eyes, searching for permission or rejection but finds only desire mirrored back at her. Slowly, shyly, Touka leans forward, pressing her lips to yours. The kiss is gentle at first, a mere brush of her lips before she deepens it, moaning softly into your mouth as their tongues dance together.

As you taste her mouth, she moans louder, arching into your touch and pressing herself closer against you. Her hands roam over your body, exploring the muscles and skin beneath her fingers. The sensation of being so close to you, feeling your heart race in tandem with hers, sends a shiver down her spine that travels straight to her core. She deepens the kiss even further, lost in the moment and the desire for more of this forbidden fruit.