[She's tempted alright. Each deliberate move leaves her wanting more and more. While it wasn't something she expected to happen as soon as she returned, she knew that part of her was attracted to her. Sometimes sparing a passing glance, what stopped her was her lack of confidence, which frankly meant her lack of Game.

And yet here she is, savouring every touch that she seeks for it, arching deep into his hands to follow his movement. Her hips press hard against his, legs tightening to give her the leverage to tease him through his pants. She can feel it, after all, so she sways.]

Does this answer you? [It's not a no. It's the opposite. And she whispers deeply.]

I wonder, are you saying my blood is intoxicating? If so, you can have it. You know it never ends.