[Now that Rin's wrapped around her thigh, she'll have to handle anything else she wants from it for herself. Barring, of course, any more brief lapses of composure. That she's already linked their legs together and drawn her disobedient shrine maiden against her leg is a magnanimous gift. The shoot is very specific and narrow in its titular (heh) focus, so this improvisation is for the enjoyment of them all. Frankly, she's not sure she'll need any additional stimulation.]
There, all gone. Want some more? You must like the taste. [Is it good? Is it sweet? Miko's mind does wander quite curiously. Her fingers are licked fully clean, but there's still something sticky and messy about them as she wrenches them from the pliant, soft cove of Tohsaka's mouth. She draws them over the apple of the girl's cheek before cupping her jaw, creating an encouraging cradle to support her in latching.
The set air is cold against her sensitive nipples, already hardened so much that they're tight and steadily beading a fine droplet of milk that just makes them feel colder and more vulnerable. The more desperate she becomes to be sucked on, the more embarrassing it is for her. Her best recourse is to lean on the authority of possessing such matronly mountainous mammaries...and to hope that she doesn't squirt. Heaven forbid.]
Do you —really need me guidance in everything? [Or is this signal enough? There's a desperate exasperation in her voice as she tries to hasten Rin's mouth to suck on the swollen tip of her breast.]
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another day another silly titty terminology...but they think this goofy shit is hot so
There, all gone. Want some more? You must like the taste. [Is it good? Is it sweet? Miko's mind does wander quite curiously. Her fingers are licked fully clean, but there's still something sticky and messy about them as she wrenches them from the pliant, soft cove of Tohsaka's mouth. She draws them over the apple of the girl's cheek before cupping her jaw, creating an encouraging cradle to support her in latching.
The set air is cold against her sensitive nipples, already hardened so much that they're tight and steadily beading a fine droplet of milk that just makes them feel colder and more vulnerable. The more desperate she becomes to be sucked on, the more embarrassing it is for her. Her best recourse is to lean on the authority of possessing such matronly mountainous mammaries...and to hope that she doesn't squirt. Heaven forbid.]
Do you —really need me guidance in everything? [Or is this signal enough? There's a desperate exasperation in her voice as she tries to hasten Rin's mouth to suck on the swollen tip of her breast.]