Anne's breath comes in little jumps, particularly as lips and teeth start to toy with the nipple through the thin cotton.  "Mmm oooh!" incoherently tumbles out.  A little toying by Gwenevire reveals the rest of the rose, lying along the inside curve of her breast, just far enough up on the flesh of the breast that a conservative bra could show some cleavage without showing the tattoo (save little peeks, perhaps).<br/><br/>She tosses the bindings away and runs her hands over Gwenevire's breasts, pulling lightly at the nipples as she does so, her thumb smoothing over the tattoo of the pictogram as she glances at it in curiousity.  She she lightly pushes Gwenevire back until the edge of the bed hits the back of Gwenevire's thighs.  Anne raises her eyebrows with a little bit of a silly waggle, then gives her a light push that could tumble the topless blonde back onto the bed if she let herself.<br/><br/>