“Ooo,” Vi looks up at Cait, voice sing-songy. “I get to unwrap a present.” She hums against Cait’s skin, kissing down her abdomen as she shifts herself down. With the experience between them, Cait’s pants are discarded with incredible ease.

Sitting back on her knees, throwing Cait’s pants behind her, Vi looks down at her, drinking the vision of her in. She smirks. “They do match. How cute.” She lowers herself over again, bringing hungry lips to nip at Cait’s collarbone.