Sarianna grins, her tail dancing back and forth, clearly enjoying teasing her. "Oh, ohhh,<em>that,</em>I see. Why didn't you just say so?"<br/><br/>Before Yaeka can respond, Sarianna's already on her knees, lifting up Yaeka's skirt, her head mostly vanishing beneath it, though the edge of the skirt catches on her ears, as her hands rest on her lover's inner thighs, spreading her legs just a little wider, as her tongue rapidly begins to run over her sex; hard, fast strokes, from her skillful, and unusually textured tongue.