🖐 + (Pecha and Hina???)
Hina doesn't even pause in her cute little story as her hand casually comes to rest on Pecha's thigh.
She giggles at something she remembers finding funny, her free hand waving about and her smile bright; meanwhile, nimble fingers slowly slide their way upwards, pausing every few centimeters to give a gentle squeeze. Her hand stops its climb when she reaches the thickest part of Pecha's thigh.
Upward movement halted, Hina's fingers slooowly slide inward next, dipping towards the inner thigh. Her touch is still at least a good hand and a half's width away from being too intimate, but as she brushes her fingertips between Pecha's legs, she starts rubbing slow, shallow circles.
And all the while, she finishes up her funny anecdote as if she's completely unaware of what her other hand is doing.












