Musubi had settled into a gentle, relaxed rhythm of fingering and licking, letting the pleasure and tension slowly build up inside the mage woman's body.  Much like a volcano - slowly and slowly the pressure would build until the volcano would<em>explode</em>.  Only in this case, Musubi was applying the pressure and Elisabeth was the volcano.  And she could see her effort had indeed paid off, with the orgasm that the Englishwoman had.  She clamped her mouth over the pussy, attempting to suck down all the juices, or at least keep them from getting onto her.<br/><br/>Slowly withdrawing from Elisabeth, but still kneeling, she smiled.  "Done?  Oh, um, well..."  Her eyes flicked over to a single person chair in front of the trideo player.  "Could...could you move over there and sit in the chair?  And, ah, you might want to get your, ah, juice bot out here to fix that..."  She did indeed have another idea.