[Well, if the Kirijo lady wants to make her feel good, who is Rise to disagree?
She breathes, obligingly, as Mitsuru's warm, soft lips make their way down the curve of her neck with agonizing slowness. The sensation of heat and wetness mixed with little pinching nips is incredibly erotic, and that's even before she gets to the fact that deft, insistent fingers are pressing against her underwear.
Rise isn't entirely sure what to do with her hands, so she settles for resting her forearms on Mitsuru's shoulders, fingertips teasing those luscious locks, grazing the nape of her neck.
When Mitsuru's fingers make contact with flesh rather than fabric, she finds that Rise is very invitingly wet indeed.] Mmm, you're good at this, Mistress. I could get used to this kind of servitude~
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Date: 2024-09-25 07:40 am (UTC)She breathes, obligingly, as Mitsuru's warm, soft lips make their way down the curve of her neck with agonizing slowness. The sensation of heat and wetness mixed with little pinching nips is incredibly erotic, and that's even before she gets to the fact that deft, insistent fingers are pressing against her underwear.
Rise isn't entirely sure what to do with her hands, so she settles for resting her forearms on Mitsuru's shoulders, fingertips teasing those luscious locks, grazing the nape of her neck.
When Mitsuru's fingers make contact with flesh rather than fabric, she finds that Rise is very invitingly wet indeed.] Mmm, you're good at this, Mistress. I could get used to this kind of servitude~