[ A part of her thinks that maybe, probably, she would still do this if she were a guy. She'd like to think so, anyways, since Mei is Mei, and she has to wonder if she'd feel the same way for her as she does now. But Kazuha tosses that thought out for this. The way that Mei's hands cover hers. She gives a small squeeze in response, but stretches so that her arms are up and she can keep them there.
She has her mouth, after all.
Settling on her own stomach, nestled in Mei's legs, she's quietly thankful for her flexibility, even if it's not as much as a cheerleaders. She's got a great throwing arm, and she's had to stretch it to keep it that way. So. As she gets comfortable, she takes the flat of her tongue again, this time following the heat between Mei's thighs, dragging right across the material of her panties first. Enough to press in, seeking friction right near her clit. ]
[ yes, that'll just fine. kazuha's hands are bigger than hers, fingers longer, and her palms are calloused and warm. it feels nice even just on her bare skin, let alone the more sensitive area of her nipple, so kazuha gets a soft noise out of her with the stretch of her arms. it's a little bit of a show, a planned one, but--
well, when she drops between her legs, all bets in that particular case are off. there's pressure with the way her tongue presses up across the fabric of her panties, almost immediately sending a jolt of heat up her spine. the noise mei makes in response is a little more organic, startled as one of the hands over hers shoots down to curl up in kazuha's hair instead, as if she could just hold her there. ]
Hngh-- [ she manages, about to start some sort of a comment, or a noise, but. goddamn. ]
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She has her mouth, after all.
Settling on her own stomach, nestled in Mei's legs, she's quietly thankful for her flexibility, even if it's not as much as a cheerleaders. She's got a great throwing arm, and she's had to stretch it to keep it that way. So. As she gets comfortable, she takes the flat of her tongue again, this time following the heat between Mei's thighs, dragging right across the material of her panties first. Enough to press in, seeking friction right near her clit. ]
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well, when she drops between her legs, all bets in that particular case are off. there's pressure with the way her tongue presses up across the fabric of her panties, almost immediately sending a jolt of heat up her spine. the noise mei makes in response is a little more organic, startled as one of the hands over hers shoots down to curl up in kazuha's hair instead, as if she could just hold her there. ]
Hngh-- [ she manages, about to start some sort of a comment, or a noise, but. goddamn. ]