Kuzuha completed her slow teasing-test tasting of Richard's body, and though he can't see her eyes, Richard can tell they are twinkling as she feels him Shiver in her hand and beneath her tongue.<br/><br/>"Initial results are promising, Richard..." she breathes with a low whisper, her hot breath washing over his bare skin.<br/><br/>and then her head darts forward, her mouth open wide and her tongue coming out again as she gives him another lick, but this time it is not a ginger, teasing thing...<br/><br/>Richard is<span style="font-style: italic">pressed</span>against the entirety of her long, (wow, she could do a great Kiss imitation...) hot purple tongue, which DRAGS itself across his entire body like a slimy, squeezing blanket... or perhaps a tank tread. The front of his body is absolutely covered in saliva, and not a single nook nor cranny of the front of his form does not have some part of that muscle touching, pushing against it.<br/><br/>it ends far too quickly, and without warning. He's left staring up at Kuzuha's smirking, hungry face.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Very </span>promising indeed..." she purrs.<br/><br/>And then she does it<span style="font-style: italic">Again</span>.