Vi’s never been called beautiful. Not the way Cait says it. Not like someone meant it. It flutters her chest more than Cait finally taking off her panties.

Vi let’s our little grunts and breaths and Cait’s methodical touch moves to her center. Her want on full, unmistakable display, she breathes in and lets her head fall back as Cait touches her. “Mmm-hm,” she chuckles. “I guess you do know what you’re doing.”