<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><u>"Kay" Stevens</u></span></b><br/>Kay gasps a bit as Loowan lifts her off the ground.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Oh! I... didn't think you'd be able to manage that... but are you sure these can't leak?" Her fingers keep moving between her legs. "Something definitely feels, you know... wet."</span>She pauses as the realization sets in of how much that must have sounded like innuendo, followed quickly by thoughts of what that would imply, and that that is, in fact, what feels that way, and going entirely quiet while following the logic through to exactly the situation she's found herself in and how thoroughly her whole body is on board with things continuing to follow this course.<br/><br/>As her thoughts race along in this fashion and her fingers continue their exploring she shudders from all the unfamiliar if quite pleasant new sensations and manages to stutter<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"Sh-show me what?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"><a class="username" data-user-id="7397" data-username="@Haluesen" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/7397/">@Haluesen</a> </span>