[She pulls back. Just a bit; her breath still washes over Mitsuru's heat, and her eyes barely flick up to the older girl. She's trying to remain focused here, and it's not difficult. This is simply intoxicating in a way she'd never expected.] ...I'd say, "yes, Mistress."
[It's a purr, practically.
She leans in. Her tongue laps at Mitsuru's clit, and she tries to replicate some of the moves the other girl had shown her. Kiss, suck, tongue. Kiss, suck, tongue.
Fingers slip into her heat, starting a slow pump.]
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[It's a purr, practically.
She leans in. Her tongue laps at Mitsuru's clit, and she tries to replicate some of the moves the other girl had shown her. Kiss, suck, tongue. Kiss, suck, tongue.
Fingers slip into her heat, starting a slow pump.]