[ As Angela parts her thighs, Pukin works a knee between them to keep them spread, as she kneads fingers into the flesh of her tits. When Angela tempts her with that little idea, ‘What if I told you I’m not wearing panties?’, she lifts her head up a little, fingers still squeezed around one of her breasts, and her eyes follow the movements of Angela’s fingers. She’s interested, clearly, in the idea that beyond those shorts there’d only be her lover’s naked skin. ]

Then I’d tell you...

[ Pukin starts, only to be met with pink frills.

Pukin nearly pouts. She can’t stay mad, though, not when Angela giggles out in the way that she does, her tongue poked out from between her lips, and a cheeky grin on her face that makes Pukin want to ravage her. ]

... That you really are a minx. Aren’t you?

[ Pukin murmurs as she forms a smirk of her own, presses her body in close to Angela, leans in to kiss at her lover’s neck, groping away at her. Occasionally, her hand will slide down the curves of her hips, but it returns back to her breasts each time. ]

You’re just trying to get me even more worked up, at this point. [ Pukin laughs underneath her breath, and then, she straightens her body. Reaches a hand to begin to tug her pants down. Grins right back down at Angela. ] Not today, love. I want you just like this. I want to see your face... as I slide inside of you... how does that sound?