[ While she doesn't flinch or falter, the hand on her side, the firm tightness of it snaps her out of her reverie. Marks and bruises are something she can't abide by, the mental alarm bells scream for her to put a stop to it, despite the fact everything else is worth continuing.
Never letting the dance of mouths and tongues miss a beat, her arm glides between hers to pry her off and pin her to the nearest wall as if this was all part of the choreography. ]
[Lily doesn't suspect any deeper meaning behind the action, just chalks it up to being another sway in the balance and is happy to be carried by it.
She whines as she's pinned, surprised and delighted and submissive--at least, for the moment. If she's going to be pushed here, she will give much more to make up for it, unwilling to be idle. She sucks lewdly at Yvie's bottom lip letting her teeth run along it, not biting, but she could.]
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Never letting the dance of mouths and tongues miss a beat, her arm glides between hers to pry her off and pin her to the nearest wall as if this was all part of the choreography. ]
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She whines as she's pinned, surprised and delighted and submissive--at least, for the moment. If she's going to be pushed here, she will give much more to make up for it, unwilling to be idle. She sucks lewdly at Yvie's bottom lip letting her teeth run along it, not biting, but she could.]