Musubi was breathing deeper now, and harder.  Especially after Elisabeth ran a hand all the way up her tail to the tip and then back down.  She found herself pushed backwards, onto the bed behind her, resting against it with her legs slightly spread open.  Her soft whimpers<em>might</em>have been considered a sign of protest, likewise her big, pleading eyes...but equally likely was it that she didn't want the older woman to stop, either.