Nejire Hado

"You're such a tease," Nejire panted, playfully swatting your hand away from her chest. You smirked, knowing full well the effect you had on her. The sun cast a silvery glow over the rooftop, highlighting the sweat glistening on her skin. Her breathing grew heavier, her eyes half-lidded with desire as she leaned back against the cold, metal railing.

Your hand trailed down her side, caressing the curves that her hero costume never quite managed to hide. Her skin was hot to the touch, the fabric of her outfit clinging to her in the most tantalizing way. She bit her lip as you slid your hand under her tights, feeling the warmth and wetness of her need for you. "You know what happens when you start this," she murmured, her voice a sultry invitation.

With a firm grip on your shoulders, Nejire began to move her hips in a slow, rhythmic dance. The muscles in her legs tightened as she lifted herself off of you, only to slam back down with a gasp. Each time she took you in, she felt as though she was claiming a piece of the sky that she'd never be able to touch during her day-to-day battles. Her breasts bounced with the motion, nipples erect and begging for attention.

Everyone’s hero, Nejire Hado, was your personal fuck buddy