[ She is the cutest horndog, that he is convinced about. Besides, he has no trouble with a dominant partner, even a lady-- although, shit, hopefully they never end up in some weird world where sex changes are a thing because this woman would be an incredibly dominant man and one Masamune would definitely get himself topped-- lucky for him, he needs only worry about her feminine horndogness for the moment. Megumi's behavior is also an excellent excuse to equally touch and feel her up without a lick of hesitation.
Pulling her close Masamune uses the support of the glass door she has him against to pull her forward and slide his knee between her legs. One hand moves down to run the curve of her ass as he travels down to the edge of the dress to properly be able to feel her up from behind, deliberately messing her clothing out of sorts without immediately removing them. Once he's reached the top of the clothing, however, he makes no such avoidances. His fingers immediately seek out the side zipper to loosen the dress, letting the thin straps fall off her shoulders and slip down to the middle of her upper arms.
The young lord moves willingly with her to help her remove his shirt fully now, having been a simple fitting short-sleeved black shirt. They'll have to break kissing for a moment for him to get it off over his head but Masamune is more than happy to immediately return to kissing her once again.
His next concern immediately becomes her bra and dress still clinging to the undergarment and shape of her breasts. Not patient enough to wait to remove them completely, he uses one hand to pull both down enough to expose her and proceed to pull her roughly against his bare chest. He wants to feel her curves against his skin, the softness of her full breasts compressing against the muscle beneath his own skin and the distinct harsh difference of her erect nipples rubbing against his own in their movements. There's no desire to separate from her, and his hands move between pushing against her bare back while the other hooks back under her bottom to lift her up even closer to him. ]
it's ok teehee it's like a visual buffet
Pulling her close Masamune uses the support of the glass door she has him against to pull her forward and slide his knee between her legs. One hand moves down to run the curve of her ass as he travels down to the edge of the dress to properly be able to feel her up from behind, deliberately messing her clothing out of sorts without immediately removing them. Once he's reached the top of the clothing, however, he makes no such avoidances. His fingers immediately seek out the side zipper to loosen the dress, letting the thin straps fall off her shoulders and slip down to the middle of her upper arms.
The young lord moves willingly with her to help her remove his shirt fully now, having been a simple fitting short-sleeved black shirt. They'll have to break kissing for a moment for him to get it off over his head but Masamune is more than happy to immediately return to kissing her once again.
His next concern immediately becomes her bra and dress still clinging to the undergarment and shape of her breasts. Not patient enough to wait to remove them completely, he uses one hand to pull both down enough to expose her and proceed to pull her roughly against his bare chest. He wants to feel her curves against his skin, the softness of her full breasts compressing against the muscle beneath his own skin and the distinct harsh difference of her erect nipples rubbing against his own in their movements. There's no desire to separate from her, and his hands move between pushing against her bare back while the other hooks back under her bottom to lift her up even closer to him. ]