Vi cannot look away, of course. She was told to lay down and she does not go against that, as much as she wants to sit up and kiss and help Cait. Maybe next time she can touch her and kiss her and feel as she helps ease the toy inside her, whispering in her ear how excited she is for Cait to fuck her with it. For now, Cait’s own nerves shake loose the ones in Vi’s chest as she watches, and she can’t help the little moan out her lips when the toy settles into place and the other end sticks out between Cait’s legs.

She doesn’t have enough time to take this new image of Cait in before she’s ontop and close and kissing her. Without hesitation, Vi brings her arms to Cait’s hair and jaw, pulling her in hungrily with the promise of what’s to come. “How does it feel for you?” She whispers quietly against lips.