Well, she had to think about it, which told her something... and then when she sniffed at a smell she hadn't smelled in her home before, yet was familiar she realized the truth: Musubi was getting<em>sopping wet</em>by talking about this!  Wow, what a<em>dirty</em>girl she was turning into!  Hell, she then started admitting it, in quite the detail for her.  Well, if she was wanting it... who was she to deny her?<br/><br/>To shut her up, she grabbed the back of her head and kissed her,<em>hard</em>, not the gentle little things from before, but rather a full-on forceful kiss.  Her other hand went to her breast, and began kneading it roughly, almost painfully even, especially as her knuckles began to pinch her nipple and roll it while her fingers worked the west of the substantial flesh.  All the while she guided the woman back to the sofa, making her topple into it as it hit her knees and she could go no further.  Once she was there, she separated herself from the younger woman, and stood over her, a wicked grin on her face and lust blazing in her eyes...<br/><br/>"You want more, slut?" she hissed, though she certainly meant it as no insult (but rather, was seeing if the girl liked dirty talk too) "If you do, I want you to<em>beg</em>for it.  Get on your knees and show just how<em>dirty</em>a girl you are, begging for me to abuse and molest your pretty little body because that's what you<em>really</em>enjoy, it's what you<em>need</em>to feel<em>alive</em>!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hehe, Elisabeth gave her the go-ahead so... we can consider it more confidence training and trust building ^_^</div></div>