Pretty well-deserved pride in this girl's opinion anyway. Though it was no secret that Raye only had eyes for Rakka... eyes and hands for that matter. She'd shown up looking like a million bucks in Raye's eyes in that dress but now she couldn't argue that it didn't look even better bunched around her waist like that.
Those kisses to her neck made her shiver a little, shoulders hunching a bit and she gave a laugh at Rakka's reply. Her hands gave one final squeeze before moving up to Rakka's shoulders and pushing her back onto the waiting blankets and pillows behind her. Without missing a bit they headed down to the skirt and flipped it up around Rakka's hips.
"Figured you'd like that, ya perv." She teased, not even being subtle as her eyes tracked over Rakka's body, taking in the sight of her laid out beneath her. "Just for you. You can even go ahead and touch all you want too."
Smirking she leaned back and rose up on her knees a little. She didn't go right for the gold yet, just raised her arms above her head and stretched, giving Rakka a nice view of the way her shirt lifted up over her stomach and the way those jeans had settled low enough that the waistband of her underwear peeked out from beneath them. Her hips were moving again too, gyrating in slow, languid motions above Rakka's.
... She may have practiced a bit in preparation for the big date.
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Those kisses to her neck made her shiver a little, shoulders hunching a bit and she gave a laugh at Rakka's reply. Her hands gave one final squeeze before moving up to Rakka's shoulders and pushing her back onto the waiting blankets and pillows behind her. Without missing a bit they headed down to the skirt and flipped it up around Rakka's hips.
"Figured you'd like that, ya perv." She teased, not even being subtle as her eyes tracked over Rakka's body, taking in the sight of her laid out beneath her. "Just for you. You can even go ahead and touch all you want too."
Smirking she leaned back and rose up on her knees a little. She didn't go right for the gold yet, just raised her arms above her head and stretched, giving Rakka a nice view of the way her shirt lifted up over her stomach and the way those jeans had settled low enough that the waistband of her underwear peeked out from beneath them. Her hips were moving again too, gyrating in slow, languid motions above Rakka's.
... She may have practiced a bit in preparation for the big date.