Hand would find back of head, again. Smile not visible, but her words soothing. "There, now-" She wanted more, didn't she?
So hand would direct head. To the bust, she'd so keenly eyed.
Hand would find back of head, again. Smile not visible, but her words soothing. "There, now-" She wanted more, didn't she?
So hand would direct head. To the bust, she'd so keenly eyed.
Softness of catches the mage in a lure. As gentle exhales, soon become hotter. As low moans, give all the signal. But if not...
A pull to undo other's top, should give hint. The want, for skin on skin-
A tilt of head. "Oh." A lean in.
Finger place, on exposed stomach. "Where.. exactly?"
A slight tremble, after the lick. Unexpected, the light exhale shows effect. As hand goes from head, down back. Insisting-
-Don't be silly. While my Mistress would..
I would sense, it. This.. is all me, you could say-
This? Just.. something my Mistress commanded.
Do you.. like it?
...Warm. Quite warm, actually. Not exactly what she expected, but head would tilt if but to allow a bit more room for. Hand coming around, and gently petting.
"Good girl."
Gentle is hum to answer, as she adjusts slightly. Hand coming between chest, softly tugging down. "-Don't be shy."
...Pff.
Its not much, but its a laugh. And a look. One to get closer.
Heh.
This wouldn't have anything to do with her being a catgirl, would it..?
Cute? That.. wasn't what she was intending.
Confidence is the only way to approach someone so bold. Though nerves would need that wine to temper, without doubt. So drink. Without claiming glass, as she'd nudge other to pour into her mouth.
Eyeing, as she did. Gulp. "Fern." Witty humor evades. But finger finds bosom. "Service-?"
A soft giggle, pleasure bleeding from facade. A hand slips from waist to glide up dripping back, gripping hair as a means to pull neck back.
Voice and breath, now into ear. "I can't hear you-" Another thrust, as she teases. Shoving length whole, awaiting an answer-
Ah. A small flutter. Intention coats decorative words, but she does not dismiss. Indulgent as tastes were, a touch of romance.. spoons.
Wider is invitation. Thin fabric hardly concealing folds behind, as head tilts. Smile soft. "In a sense-" Hinting, at other lips.
Certainly one of the stranger outfits her mistress has suggested...
Don't you love a big breasted, fat assed, lazy and nudist cat?
Of course you do~
Luna is here to satisfy that love!
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Ever confident. It makes for danger.. one that was obvious to consider ignoring. Too bad preference has a habit of showing.
"...Very well." Two could play. So slimmed is dress and coat. Revealing the nothing, she wore underneath. Taking spot beside, hand open. Ready, to receive.
"...As you say, Mistress." Fine. She's still not happy about it.
Wide eyes have trouble concealing reaction. As stunning is.. far from accurate to assess.
"...If you grab me a glass, I will consider it." Admittedly, she sooner drink the view than anything.
"-Then put it away, Mistress." Such indecency will.. get the better of her.
Averting eyes. Such sweet words clearly had an effect, much as she would hate to admit.
So she won't. A simple huff. But.. a challenge. "Well...? Don't stop there."
Pout.
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-Some punishment huh. Begging for more, hardly makes it seem as such-
"S-stubborn-!" A grit of teeth, as she grip tightens. Slamming into quicker, glass testing as mash against.
"-Excuse you." Blunt words, behind her book. Slight correction caring not if stranger or friend received it.
Then... why doesn't she travel with her?
If you're going to come in, at least close the door behind you.
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Nothing is ever as simple as it seems. And trust is not so easily given when greeted with a row of teeth.
"A sign of good will." Blunt statement offers a peek. To where she leans. "How else am I suppose to trust you?"
This much she knows. Subtle as she is, she makes it obvious with things like so.
Staring is still rude, though.