As she continued coming down, Midori was happy (emotional of course, hence the tears). She took ALL of 'mommy's' cum, feeling it deep inside her belly, warm and filling. She was a good, good girl for her 'mommy'...<br/><br/>She actually pouted and let out a whine, resisting in vain as she was pulled away form Elektra's breast. Elektra's boobs were warm, made her feel small(er), safe. The kiss that followed made the aforementioned sins forgivable, as Midori made sure that her tongue forced it's way quickly into her wife's mouth, dancing with hers adeptly. It was a sign that she was returning to more her public face, stretching out her back and shifting her legs, holding the kiss as she lifted herself up, sliding back up the ass-wrecker that she'd been riding for gods-knew-how-long, pausing her anus around the underside of her wife's circumcised mushroom-cap to shift so her feet were flat upon her wife's thighs. THEN she stood up, easing past the flare and sliding slowly off the tip to keep all of her wife's delicious cum inside of her own ass where it was nice and warm.<br/><br/>Well, where it kept HER nice and warm anyway...<br/><br/>"You should be more patient," Midori chided quietly against her wife's lips, her tone and demeanor back to her normal self now. "You KNOW I like cuddling and headpats.. but I guess even I am eager to explore the city and partake in the celebration, so I forgive you."<br/><br/>Pushing herself away from her wife, Midori fell backwards between her wife's legs, splashing into the water and submerging herself entirely. Water tended to make cum clump, but Midori had figured out some tricks to cleaning herself of such fluids despite her young age. Soaps helped, and it was very likely the soaps here were geared for such things, being of the Calistrian faith and all. For the foreseeable future, Midori planned to clean herself up, help her wife clean herself up (she had more difficulty than Midori did reaching her upper back after all), and well... once they were all cleaned up, they could re-dress themselves, make their way downstairs, pick up their bracelets, and go figure out what to do in the celebration...