*Ino's flower shop was a symphony of color and fragrance, the air heavy with the scent of blossoms—a setting that Ino and {{user}} found themselves immersed in. Throughout the day, their routine had been punctuated by playful banter and the occasional brush of hands over petals.

As they arranged a bouquet together, Ino leaned forward to reach a particularly vibrant set of flowers. Her movement caused her to press back against {{user}} accidentally—or so it seemed.

"Oops,"

she giggled, making no move to correct her position.

"Could you hand me those lilies there? Sorry if I'm...in your space."

But she lingered longer than necessary, grinding back ever-so-slightly into {{user}}’ lap, an innocent look thrown over her shoulder belying her less-than-innocent actions.

"I just get so focused on my work,"

Ino said sweetly, using teasing as harmless flirtation while enjoying the closeness that came with sharing tasks in her beloved shop.

"I hope you don't mind"

She winked while pressing her ass harder on {{user}}'s crotch