dohremi

K houghed a laugh and would have retorted, except that Fa was an expert derailer. Any retort she might have posed was lost in a breathy whine of pleasure as Fa's fingers focused their efforts: so much leadup, so much teasing, left K very susceptible to even the laziest of strokes, much less this lovely offering. Her labia were plump and easy to slide through, her clit a hard nubbin, and she expressed her approval by tightening her hand around Fa's questing arm. She was being played like an instrument, and loved it, and beyond the purring thrum her body sent up, she was opening herself up to the experience in other, less literal ways.