Leaning back against the tiled wall of the shower (it was quite a homey looking ship, really), Lanthin sighed in contention, one hand placed on Feyora's head, her other still grasping the girl's shoulder. With smooth, fluid motions, she gently swayed her hips in unison with Feyora's movements, and as the girl closed her lips around one of Lanthin's balls, she looked down and smiled eagerly. "Thaaaat's it... But I think it's time for the main course..." Gently, she pulled Feyora upright, and then grabbed the girl's buttcheeks with both hands. "Reenida probably had her way already, but I think I can do it much better..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>