More was what Raye was going to be, because Rakka was just the same at this point. Her hands shook but eagerly got Raye out of her pants, letting her fingers freely wander over the warm skin underneath. Each little sound and movement was like a spark going through her body, pushing for more. Always more.

The folds of Rakka's soft dress were gently pulled away, and Rakka felt her panties leaving with them. With those hungrily pulled away, Raye would obviously see every inch of her; she wasn't as toned or strong as Raye, no one was. A lifestyle like Rakka's had lead to more... softness then that. Not that it seemed to slow anything down.

Nope, not with that kiss.

Rakka moaned back into the kiss, hearing their voices mix together in harmony as she tried to prop herself up, even a little so they could be closer. Her hips even attempted to grind back against her's. There wasn't very much she could do underneath Raye like this, but she could sure try.