Makoto immediately perked up, a big smile spreading across her face.
"Oh! Hey Ren!" She chirped.
She began walking towards him, a particular bounce to her step that combined model-like grace and pep. Or at least, she tried to walk that way. It was clear to Ren that she was trying to mimic the way Ann walked, but Makoto... Not to say she wasn't graceful, but she couldn't quite match the perkiness Ann seemed to come by naturally.
She flopped down beside him on the couch, their bodies almost naturally meshing together, with Makoto's perky tits rubbing against his arm as she looked up at him with sparkling eyes.
"Soooo... Listen, I've been kinda wondering for a while now... I always see you staring at my boobs. You're interested, aren't you?" Makoto said, a hint of shyness but also playfulness in her voice.
Ren gulped. Once again it wasn't a perfect rendition, but his brain was practically inserting Ann in front of him rather than Makoto.
Makoto swung herself around his body, her hips landing on his, the only thing separating their sexual organs being thin layers of clothing.
"Makoto would never need to know. I betcha I can actually prove to you that I'm better than she is" she purred.
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