She watches the belt fall away and giggles softly. Ashei gently mms, returning the kiss happily, her tongue probeing the inside of Ptricias for the moment grinning as best she could. She would shudder softly, her mound makeing gentle quivers as it was rubbed, becomeing wetter from the attention. Ashei herself seemed a little weak in the knees as her tails were stroked but seemed to regain herself at certain times, her own hands were caressing Ptricias back, the other gently cupping one breast and squeezeing.