[Kiri's touch is cool, but not icy as some might expect of a spirit. She can't help but let out a soft giggle as Ayame's hands wander upwards, just shy of the curves hidden by her kimono.
She doesn't resist the kiss, and instead wholeheartedly leans into it, even nipping playfully at the other woman's bottom lip. The Kitsune woman is immune to her own magic, but appreciates what it does.~]
Mm!~ Oh, the usual. I expect to see you made into a quivering mess by the end of the night.~
[She teases, her tail splitting into nine, the fluffy appendages caressing and wrapping around Ayame's body.]
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She doesn't resist the kiss, and instead wholeheartedly leans into it, even nipping playfully at the other woman's bottom lip. The Kitsune woman is immune to her own magic, but appreciates what it does.~]
Mm!~ Oh, the usual. I expect to see you made into a quivering mess by the end of the night.~
[She teases, her tail splitting into nine, the fluffy appendages caressing and wrapping around Ayame's body.]