[She can barely make a noise of acknowledgement before her breath catches in her throat - somewhere between the hand on her chest and the lips on her neck, Ouse finds herself very thoroughly distracted from the inconveniences of such silly things as thinking. Her hips move back a bit as she pushes her chest forward, head lolling back, eagerly giving Kerra as much skin to work with as she wants. Oh, Ouse doesn't need too gentle of a touch, at least not on any part that's not healing, but she appreciates it nonetheless.
And it's not long before her voice escapes in a low, soft moan. She's pretty easy to get going. Actually, none of this is going to be nearly as difficult as it might seems, given her relative inexperience - mostly because she also lacks an amount of shame.]
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And it's not long before her voice escapes in a low, soft moan. She's pretty easy to get going. Actually, none of this is going to be nearly as difficult as it might seems, given her relative inexperience - mostly because she also lacks an amount of shame.]