Xiangling's legs slide up and over Keqing's, so that she's straddling her lap. One hand fumbles to try and tug that little cloaklet away from Keqing's body, putting it on the ground next to them. When her own garment gets undone, she shrugs off her vest as quickly as she possibly can without breaking the kiss for more than a few seconds.
She's hot. She feels so hot. And Keqing is so hot. How is her girlfriend this hot? Xiangling scoots up so that she's straddling Keqing's thighs, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, the other cupping Keqing's chin. She can't get the kiss any deeper but she yearns to possess this other girl. The feel of fingertips on her bare thigh is absolutely electric.
She can't quite help the way she rolls her hips, grinding softly against Keqing's lap as tongue slips against tongue.
Xiangling is so torn. She, too, doesn't want to rush it, but she wants to be naked now. Or, rather, have Keqing naked now. They need to feel each other.
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She's hot. She feels so hot. And Keqing is so hot. How is her girlfriend this hot? Xiangling scoots up so that she's straddling Keqing's thighs, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, the other cupping Keqing's chin. She can't get the kiss any deeper but she yearns to possess this other girl. The feel of fingertips on her bare thigh is absolutely electric.
She can't quite help the way she rolls her hips, grinding softly against Keqing's lap as tongue slips against tongue.
Xiangling is so torn. She, too, doesn't want to rush it, but she wants to be naked now. Or, rather, have Keqing naked now. They need to feel each other.