As I absorb your sexuality with my eyes, your hands move to the waist band of my briefs and lower them down to the ground. Noa Imai lift my feet up, one at a time, and you untangle me. Then Noa Imai shrug my shoulders and my shirt slides off my body and pools into a pile behind me. My eyes move away from your heaving chest and back to your eyes. I can see the lust that I’m feeling reflected in your gaze.