Vi keeps her crooked smile as Cait kisses her and shifts over her. The smile melts into slightly parted lips as she leans back, allowing Cait's touch and kisses to take over her senses. The slow, precise touches warm her from the inside, but it's the words that completely seem to melt her. She feels her limbs grow heavy and skin begin to buzz as Cait goes on.

“Oh my goood,” Vi groans, face hot red and goofy smile overtaking her face. It’s sweet, if a little embarrassing. She yelps in a surprised laugh at the tickle against her bellybutton. “Stop,” she moans lightly, no weight behind the request.

Her face is as red as her hair when she smiles up at Cait. “Well,” she says, voice coy, hips wiggling gently under Cait. “You did ask very nicely.”