"Nnn." Garnet's moan comes out a low, throaty, rumble, reverberating through her still closed mouth. Pearl's tongue is soft, and the tickles feel uncomfortable, yet tiny sparks shoot up her leg and to her thigh, and sets her knee twitching.

"Good," she whispers, swirling her toe in response to Pearl's tongue. "Very good."

She moves her other toe in and out of Pearl's entrance. She can't control it as well, can't keep the rhythm or create any intricate movements like she could with her hand, she goes by pure feeling. Pearl taking in both of her feet, hesitant yet welcoming them in the end, Garnet leans forward, wanting to feel more, to press further into Pearl, as much as she can take in.