By now, Konoka felt a little drunk on this soothing rhythm. There was a touch to her back, rhythmically matching the plants 'chimes' that lingered in her thoughts, and it was enough to get her to let her mouth hang open, and sway lightly to the 'beat'.
That pleasant entrancement that overtook her turned electric when she felt something wet--a tongue--at the nape of her neck. It didn't register that it came from Mary until she spoke.
"Me, sweet?" Konoka turned to Mary. She giggled lightly. "Come on now, I can't possibly taste sweet..." And paused as she realized she never tasted herself. "...can I?"
She lifted an arm to try, ran her tongue along it (she tasted the soap she used), and then deciding that wasn't entirely important, turned back to Mary. "What about you?" And she leaned in to lick Mary on the shoulder, as a playful comeback (and to see if she was also sweet). She wasn't sure about the actual taste, but she sure did feel good to lick.
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That pleasant entrancement that overtook her turned electric when she felt something wet--a tongue--at the nape of her neck. It didn't register that it came from Mary until she spoke.
"Me, sweet?" Konoka turned to Mary. She giggled lightly. "Come on now, I can't possibly taste sweet..." And paused as she realized she never tasted herself. "...can I?"
She lifted an arm to try, ran her tongue along it (she tasted the soap she used), and then deciding that wasn't entirely important, turned back to Mary. "What about you?" And she leaned in to lick Mary on the shoulder, as a playful comeback (and to see if she was also sweet). She wasn't sure about the actual taste, but she sure did feel good to lick.