In that case, I will have you far more than one way...
[ If Mitsuru has any say in it. And if this bungalow sees fit to provide the toys she's hoping there might be here.
Weiss' statement sends a pleasurable shiver of anticipation up the redhead's spine as they step towards what turns out to definitely be a bedroom. The gentle swishing and clattering of the shell and flower curtain definitely making enough noise as they enter to alert anyone else who might be in there. The sound of the show playing on the television seems to suggest someone has at least been here but thankfully the room is as empty as she hoped it would be.
The spectacle of a number of blue-footed boobys running in slow motion across beach is an odd one to say the least. Confusing enough to be something of a temporary arousal killer if Mitsuru weren't already besieged by thoughts of every which way she could possibly fuck the other woman on the more than adequate bed.
She can't see a remote, nor does she care enough to hunt for it, instead striding up to the television with the air of someone who definitely means business as she locates a switch at the wall and ends the seemingly endless cycle of... whatever the hell that was. ]
...Someone here really does have questionable viewing tastes.
[ Once again, she moves in close to capture the Weiss' lips in another heady kiss, her giddiness from the effects of the kebab all too apparent as she wastes no time in tugging the woman with beautiful silvery hair towards the bed. She can barely wait to be rid of her own bathing suit. ]
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[ If Mitsuru has any say in it. And if this bungalow sees fit to provide the toys she's hoping there might be here.
Weiss' statement sends a pleasurable shiver of anticipation up the redhead's spine as they step towards what turns out to definitely be a bedroom. The gentle swishing and clattering of the shell and flower curtain definitely making enough noise as they enter to alert anyone else who might be in there. The sound of the show playing on the television seems to suggest someone has at least been here but thankfully the room is as empty as she hoped it would be.
The spectacle of a number of blue-footed boobys running in slow motion across beach is an odd one to say the least. Confusing enough to be something of a temporary arousal killer if Mitsuru weren't already besieged by thoughts of every which way she could possibly fuck the other woman on the more than adequate bed.
She can't see a remote, nor does she care enough to hunt for it, instead striding up to the television with the air of someone who definitely means business as she locates a switch at the wall and ends the seemingly endless cycle of... whatever the hell that was. ]
...Someone here really does have questionable viewing tastes.
[ Once again, she moves in close to capture the Weiss' lips in another heady kiss, her giddiness from the effects of the kebab all too apparent as she wastes no time in tugging the woman with beautiful silvery hair towards the bed. She can barely wait to be rid of her own bathing suit. ]