Still up against the wall, Pathfinder took a deep breath when Kanae finally pulled back.  Unlike the wolfgirl, though, the expression on her face was one of shock and confusion.  Before the technomancer was able to construct any sort of coherent verbal rebuff, Kanae came back in, kissing her face, and then down her neck, and through the rest of her body…down to that tiny skirt she’d been placed in.  Pathfinder could see part of Kanae’s face disappear under the garment, but she had no idea what she was doing down there.  Not at this moment.  Not until she felt the tongue brush against the fabric of the thong, gently dragging it across her already wet pussy.  She gasped, loudly, and clutched the wall behind her for support, her body slightly sagging at the shock of the act passed through her brain.<br/><br/>A shock that only repeated and intensified.  First, Pathfinder felt cold air against her now-exposed nether regions, the singular garment responsible for covering that area having been displaced by a warmer hand.  The kiss wasn’t so bad…but the licks that Kanae threw in were the worst.  More shocks.  More gasps.  Tighter clutching of the wall.  She tried squirming away…but the wolfgirl had one hand on her waist, that didn’t make it easy…Kanae must have been twice as strong as she was, at least.  But the elf was proving to be a bit slippery at points.<br/><br/>Down below, under the skirt, Kanae would see the technomancer’s exposed groin still twitching.  She had seen this particular manner of it before, on a certain someone who had given Kanae the biggest case of blue balls in quite some time just recently.  And she had told the wolfgirl that when a cunny moved like that, it was saying something:<br/><br/>‘Fuck me!’<br/><br/>‘Fuck me like the dirty little tramp I am!’