"I'm..." click went one latch. "Going..." went another. A little shimmy and a familiar groan as the strap on was put into place. Her hips pressed up again, hot dogging the strap-on against the gap between Alkaid's cheeks, pressing against the fabric of her remaining clothes. She giggled. "To fuck you..." And she was leaning in very close to her ear again, the breath misting right where she could see. "In the ass, Chika dear."

She hadn't heard the word coconut yet. Nope, not stopping.