Becca's lips were still tingling from the sensation of Fanya's own. Her thoughts were clouded with lust and her eyes hungrily took in the nude woman before her. Their lips were still so close; close enough to feel the heat of Fanya's warm, sweet breath. The young woman's hands trembled, wanting desperately to pull her red-painted employer into a more passionate embrace.  Her eyes searched for a sign of acceptance, a sign that she wanted this just as badly. Becca could barely breathe and her thinly covered chest heaved in a very enticing manner.<br/><br/>When Fanya's warm, soft hand caressed over her cheek, Becca could not suppress her moan. Her head was spinning and she was silently begging for this to happen. She heard Fanya admit her desires and her pulse raced even faster. Fanya could not possibly know how badly she wanted this. Then she mentioned Jynx and Becca's teeth bit her lower lip. Their situation was delicate and she did not know what to do. Fanya's body leaning in was impossible to ignore. Even though she said that she would be mortified she was not moving away, in fact Fanya was so close that they were almost touching. The scent, the heat it was all too much. After hours of intentional and unintentional teasing, Becca was at her limit.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"I-I do care a lot about Jynx and I... I mean you... "</span>She trailed off, thoroughly in over her head and unable to cope. The desperate, aching heat needed to be addressed and she leaned in, pressing her lips to Fanya's again. One arm draped lightly over Fanya's shoulder and pulled her in gently while the other stroked her thigh. The touch was cautious and trembling but the eagerness was clear. She could not help herself and even as her hand stroked higher she prayed that Jynx would not mind her little indulgence.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>