[ A soft little giggle, because it is rather nice that Mitsuru was paying attention to what she said earlier. That she didn't forget that request—no, promise—that Weiss would be the one to take that off.
Down one strap goes, and those blue eyes of hers follows, not even hiding the fact that she's staring at the other woman's breasts, the curve of it, how perfect it must look, how nice they must bounce.
Any further thoughts are interrupted with yet another kiss, so Weiss doesn't think. Instead, she acts. She not only makes way for the other strap, sliding it down until the other queen's bikini top is turned into a tube top. Rather than remove it completely, she takes her time with an exploratory squeeze of one breast. Not too hard, not too gentle either, but just enough that when she rubs her palm up, that there would be a nice bounce to it. ]
I think, [ Just give her a moment. She needs to breathe. ] we don't have to worry about being impatient. I love that you just said "May I" instead of "Can I", and that is a huge turn on, but you don't have to ask.
[ She winks, before pulling one hand away from the other girl for now. The other remains on Mitsuru's shoulder. As if to demonstrate that the redhead doesn't have to ask and has full permission to do what she wants, Weiss tugs on one of the straps of her dress, baring her shoulder. If anything, all Mitsuru has to do is say. Command. Weiss will please. ]
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[ A soft little giggle, because it is rather nice that Mitsuru was paying attention to what she said earlier. That she didn't forget that request—no, promise—that Weiss would be the one to take that off.
Down one strap goes, and those blue eyes of hers follows, not even hiding the fact that she's staring at the other woman's breasts, the curve of it, how perfect it must look, how nice they must bounce.
Any further thoughts are interrupted with yet another kiss, so Weiss doesn't think. Instead, she acts. She not only makes way for the other strap, sliding it down until the other queen's bikini top is turned into a tube top. Rather than remove it completely, she takes her time with an exploratory squeeze of one breast. Not too hard, not too gentle either, but just enough that when she rubs her palm up, that there would be a nice bounce to it. ]
I think, [ Just give her a moment. She needs to breathe. ] we don't have to worry about being impatient. I love that you just said "May I" instead of "Can I", and that is a huge turn on, but you don't have to ask.
[ She winks, before pulling one hand away from the other girl for now. The other remains on Mitsuru's shoulder. As if to demonstrate that the redhead doesn't have to ask and has full permission to do what she wants, Weiss tugs on one of the straps of her dress, baring her shoulder. If anything, all Mitsuru has to do is say. Command. Weiss will please. ]