[ Akua's fingers stilled, for only a moment, the phantom hand twitched against her thigh, like fingers pressed against there, as her fingers pressed against the lace, brushing the fabric up against her clit like that, her mouth opened into a soft, pleasured gasp, and her body arched slightly, but with her permission, the reaction is short-lived, for one should never try to distract a Praesi from a prize.
Her mouth curled, and she leaned forward, to press a lingering kiss against the side of Hayame's mouth, warm, and chaste, were it not for what they were doing. ]
Your wish is my command, dear heart.
[ She says, before the phantom fingers trail closer before they find her, and brush first against the soft lips that cover her entrance, slipping along the inside, experimenting, and feeling it out. It's exploratory, at first — nearly clinical — but it is only a moment before Akua's invisible fingers twitch, and they brush against her swollen clit, and she leans down to plant her lips to her neck next, her other fingers still rubbing gently against her nipple, planting sensations, against her skin. She wanted to drive her wild. ]
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Her mouth curled, and she leaned forward, to press a lingering kiss against the side of Hayame's mouth, warm, and chaste, were it not for what they were doing. ]
Your wish is my command, dear heart.
[ She says, before the phantom fingers trail closer before they find her, and brush first against the soft lips that cover her entrance, slipping along the inside, experimenting, and feeling it out. It's exploratory, at first — nearly clinical — but it is only a moment before Akua's invisible fingers twitch, and they brush against her swollen clit, and she leans down to plant her lips to her neck next, her other fingers still rubbing gently against her nipple, planting sensations, against her skin. She wanted to drive her wild. ]