[ That’s just the sort of woman Pukin is, to say things like that as bluntly as she does. Partially, she does it to see Angela pout and fluster. Pukin can’t help but lean forward and kiss at those same pouty cheeks on her lover’s baby face. She chuckles, and then, with her own pants tugged a bit down around her hips, starts to guide her hand between Angela’s thighs. ]

Oh? You say that like it’s a bad thing, Angela. [ Pukin says, very interested in Angela’s current state of wetness, and then hooks her finger around the elastic band of those little shorts to urge them down. ] Lift up for just a second, let me get these things off of you.

[ She begins to pull them down Angela’s thighs, her legs, and then runs her hands up the tops of Angela’s thighs, feeling her soft skin all the while. ]

You should have asked sooner, baby. You know I would have given it to you.