Serina inhales sharply, tasting Izzy's breath, when she feels the hands slip into her hair. It is an odd thing to have such a simply gesture make her weak in the knees but the feel of Izzy's caress does just that. The feel of Isabella's tongue slide against her lip forces another soft moan from her and she reciprocates, letting her tongue slide against Izzy's, using the forked tip to tease along her tongue. When Izzy's fingers tighten in her hair, Serina shivers and leans into Izzy for support. When the kiss is broken, a soft pout curves Serina's lips as she pants for breath as well.<br/><br/>Serina takes a long slow blink and commits the image of Izzy in that moment forever to memory. When her eyes open she realizes that the hands are still clutching her long dark hair and she smiles brightly. She would never tire of Izzy being at a loss for words, it was simply too adorable.<span style="color: green"> "Indeed." </span>Serina said, her voice low and sultry. She blushed deeply and added.<span style="color: green"> "I guessss that wasss not really taking thingsss sssslowly wasss it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>