Cait looks down at her with a warm, low-lidded smile, the sight of Vi splayed out beneath her flaring the want in her belly all the higher.
"You don't need to be nervous," she hums, stroking sweetly along Vi's thigh. "I promise I'll take care of you."
Granted, Caitlyn's own chest is eight kinds of fluttery, with nerves and eagerness and want-- but she's doing her best to maintain her composure as she parts her legs to press the toy's shorter end inside. It takes a bit of fiddling, her embarrassment intensifying threefold under Vi's gaze, and Cait lets out a low, apologetic little laugh as she works to fit it inside her.
"That should do it," she declares after a moment, and then, having decided she's had quite enough of Vi staring up at her, leans down to bring their mouths together.
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"You don't need to be nervous," she hums, stroking sweetly along Vi's thigh. "I promise I'll take care of you."
Granted, Caitlyn's own chest is eight kinds of fluttery, with nerves and eagerness and want-- but she's doing her best to maintain her composure as she parts her legs to press the toy's shorter end inside. It takes a bit of fiddling, her embarrassment intensifying threefold under Vi's gaze, and Cait lets out a low, apologetic little laugh as she works to fit it inside her.
"That should do it," she declares after a moment, and then, having decided she's had quite enough of Vi staring up at her, leans down to bring their mouths together.