She'd love to say there was no difference between lewd and affectionate right then and there, but given how her backside was feeling, the mess between her legs and on the floor, and the way those touches felt after something so intense...
She sank in against her, craning her neck, desiring those plainly affectionate touches and sensations. She didn't know how long they last, or what they were doing, or any nefarious intention behind them. All she knew was that after that she couldn't help but desire some sort of fondness and closeness.
"Where...are we?" She didn't mean to word it like that, but how could she not? With her body opened up to the other woman and her resistances broken down entirely. After that, if it wasn't about them, it was about her. And that was a pretty low place to be at that moment.
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She sank in against her, craning her neck, desiring those plainly affectionate touches and sensations. She didn't know how long they last, or what they were doing, or any nefarious intention behind them. All she knew was that after that she couldn't help but desire some sort of fondness and closeness.
"Where...are we?" She didn't mean to word it like that, but how could she not? With her body opened up to the other woman and her resistances broken down entirely. After that, if it wasn't about them, it was about her. And that was a pretty low place to be at that moment.