<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/45/b1/c3/45b1c304aaba15287a1cecf07d472b8d.jpg)A chaste kiss, somewhat betrayed by the feeling of pert breasts, against the back of Nuria's neck shows that Ayca isn't feeling jealous at the moment.  She's just facilitating, after all, helping to bring the Delvers together.  Or maybe she just likes watching.  A giggle of amusement comes from her as she hears the discussion of animals, demons, and all the implications involved in that, but she quickly stiffles it, not wanting to upset Phelypsis in the least.  She, after all, adores the demon.<br/><br/>Of course, she's also here with a job to do and the glasses upstairs aren't going to keep themselves filled.  So her hands get to work, stroking over the godlike's calves, moving up over her knees, taking care not to tickle too much on the back.  She works over her feet softly massaging as she does so, and then begins working up.  Her dainty, smooth, soft hands move to one leg, then the other, stroking and coating them with the black goo, leaving Nuria appearing to be wearing a pair of the best fitting black tights ever created.<br/><br/>Then a wide grin comes to her face and she lets out a little laugh, "Phelypsis, love, you are doing VERY little for getting her painted!  Am I going to have to do all of this myself?"  She kisses the inside of Nuria's thigh, reaching past her to trace naughty fingers up Phelypsis's and then looks to what is right in front of her.<br/><br/>The redhead licks her lips, taking a squeezing handful of each of Nuria's asscheeks and pulling them apart.  A wicked grin comes to her face and she begins to tease her fingers between those tight asscheeks, leaving black smears before lowering her face and pressing it between the immolator's thighs.  With a little bit of pushing and trying, her tongue is able to taste her pussy lips, a soft groan of appreciation coming from her with her face buried in the tanned ass.  </div>