[ Akua cannot help the soft laugh, swallowed by Hayame's kiss, and it's not mocking, but indulgent. Can she? Her conductor's fingers spread, as if she is nudging something larger, and her hand moves, as if to press it further into something. She's happy to oblige Hayame's needs, especially when they are voiced, and there is a part of Akua — the prideful part — that greatly enjoys that she can offer this as well as anyone else can.
Of course she can, actually. She can do anything, she is a Sahelian, but being recognized as able to do so for Hayame, a woman who was so truly prickly, and truly set in her ways... That she allows her to do this, not once, but twice now, encourages her to take this further, to truly satisfy her.
After all, what other person can stimulate so much? Who else is perfect? (Akua's pride, of course, is eternally too much.)
Her other hand gently pinched at her nipple, and her tongue ran against the length of Hayame's sharpened teeth, her body arched against her fingers, the pressure distinctly pleasant, and when she arched, she pulled back from her mouth, exposing the length of her neck, the laced dress across her body hugged every curve, the sensation of lace against her body enough to make her squirm, as hungry and turned on as she was. It made it better. ]
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Of course she can, actually. She can do anything, she is a Sahelian, but being recognized as able to do so for Hayame, a woman who was so truly prickly, and truly set in her ways... That she allows her to do this, not once, but twice now, encourages her to take this further, to truly satisfy her.
After all, what other person can stimulate so much? Who else is perfect? (Akua's pride, of course, is eternally too much.)
Her other hand gently pinched at her nipple, and her tongue ran against the length of Hayame's sharpened teeth, her body arched against her fingers, the pressure distinctly pleasant, and when she arched, she pulled back from her mouth, exposing the length of her neck, the laced dress across her body hugged every curve, the sensation of lace against her body enough to make her squirm, as hungry and turned on as she was. It made it better. ]