"Oh, so I've been picked to be owned by a cat, have I?" K chuckled in her throat. She butted her head back carefully, offering a backwards nuzzle. "I know the score. I can't turn that down."

Then Fa's busy fingers make their first round of her labia and K is ushered into a lip-biting sigh, a stifled groan -- the better to hear Fa with, and after all, breaking out into her noisiest groans at the very beginning here isn't the way to play the game. She parts her legs a little, propping one up at a gentle angle to allow Fa easier access back and in, whenever she fancies taking a dip.