From the start, Rakka could sense a steady rhythm between them, needing more, bringing them closer together. Rakka wasn't entirely sure if they would even get away from the front door by this point. She barely cared, though, not with Raye's body at her fingertips.

The skirt was the perfect choice for the date, as she learned quickly. Each little movement and sound felt like a fire lit inside her, especially as she felt Raye's hand slip under that skirt, feeling the warm skin there... and likely the edges of Rakka's underwear. Being pressed into Raye by that hand on her back gave Rakka the incentive to explore a little and let her fingers bunch up the bottom of Raye's shirt.

Everything was heavenly, the slight pressure between them, the warmth, the way Raye moved against her. She was almost dizzy. "Hehe... Well, you know what I mean..."

Maybe? She wasn't sure. "I-I mean... you're hot." She added with a mumble.