<blockquote><div><cite>Ashei wrote:</cite>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.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia took advantage of the weak knees to lower Ashei backwards onto the couch, though leaving room for her to escape if she felt like it. Once down, she let go of the kitsune's head, and moved her hand down between their legs, splitting her fingers to place a couple in each of their sexes. "Would you like the staff, ot the tongue..." She whispered.