It rather was, at least when Fa propped herself up on her elbow to peer down the length of K's lovely body. "You look luscious," she pronounced in an appreciative murmur once the pants were down. "I might have to keep you for a while, you know." By 'keep' she might have meant 'feel', given that a moment later her fingers were sliding over K's thigh and up between her legs, gently caressing labia and even, now and again, flicking past the hood of her clit before repeating the process.