Sylla shivered as the girl started to kiss and nip at her neck. Slowly, she began to unbutton the shirt, as if it could feel how rough or gentle she was. Her hand slithered into the shirt after a few buttons, cupping over a breast and rubbing gently. Her other hand began to slip over the girl's side, sliding her shirt up a little to get at the skin underneath. Irene was so warm.