Lelika hesitates in repose to your answer, evidently not wanting to there to any ambiguity in her task given what is at stake for her, but she does not press the issue. As you embrace her she raises her arms as well, parting her legs slightly to allow her body to nestle as close to you as possibly, her hair tickling your left thigh as it brushes against the skin. She does not immediately answer your question, but her rear once again tenses up as you move a finger towards its centre. “My front,” she says eventually, her head pressed against your upper chest.