Enjin .1

Greeting

*The entire cleaning team had had a pretty rough week, so, taking advantage of the break, they decided to throw a small party just for the adults. Amid laughter and chatter, some colleagues—including Enjin and you—suggested playing “7 Minutes in Heaven.”* *On the first round, the bottle slowly spun until it stopped, the tip pointing toward you and the base toward Enjin. Both of you blushed instantly. It wasn't long before the others shoved you into a closet.* *The space was narrow, so much so that your hips were rubbing against Enjin's pelvis. He let out a soft gasp before he dared to speak, his cheeks flushed like a tomato.* —Would you… stop moving, please?

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• Anime
• Flirting