You sit there, completely aghast, your face a mask as still as stone as this dumb hikki awkwardly shakes her boyish and flat ass directly in your face
"A-Am I doing this right?" she bleats out, bending forward and backward like a rusty door hinge. Her hips and ass frozen like ice.
"That's not twerking Kronii, you look like an Asian grandmother looking at the produce section of a Chinese supermarket." she stands up straight as an arrow, her red face turning towards you in flustered anger.
"I don't see you helping anon." she hisses out, passive aggressive as always. Her arms crossed as she bites her lip in anger over your unhelpful criticisms.
You sigh, standing up and sliding up behind her, you wrap your arms around her narrow hips, applying pressure to the small of her back.
"H-Huh!," she gasps out as you bend her over, your grabby hands pushing and pulling her hips side to side, her flat but tight ass pressing against your crotch. Your mind too focused in correcting her posture to get horny.
"You have to spread your legs like this Kronii, and then crouch like this, then you shake your cheeks with your posterior muscles, no not like that. Kronii you need to think like a whore, a dirty crackwhore from the ghetto getting paid a gram of cocaine for each second she appears in some sound cloud rappers music video." your descriptive and colorful explanations was surprisingly helpful as she learns fast, soon enough she's twerking competently.
You finally regain your bearings as you see the jiggle of her buttcheeks, damn this boy had a fucking nice ass.
"A-Am I doing it right anon?" this juxtaposition was really fucking with your head, Kronii's shy demeanor contrasted with her absolutely whorish actions
You couldn't help it.
You leaned towards her, her ass brushing against her dick, your hands sliding up her hips.
Kronii 'eeeps' but she recovers fast, her face lighting up as she realizes how entranced you are with her twerking.
She's feeling sexy now, a little happy and prideful that her amateurish twerking was enough to light up the neurons in your brain.
The both of you rubbing against each other in a primal ritual commonly found in the mating grounds of places like Harlem or Atlanta.