Her world view righted, and Konoka finally got to look down at Medusa and her work on her own pussy. Just like she imagined, it was one nice, thick tail pushing into her, with slender fingers rubbing on her clit and along her folds. Seeing it didn't lessen the impact of delight that rolled up her spine.

Once presented with her wetness, Konoka had no room to deny it. A more conscious one would have been embarrassed, but because Medusa had ensnared her, she had no reason to mask herself. "Ahhnnn," Konoka mewled, once her clit had been tweaked. "I feel good..." At this point, what little energy she had was driven to squirm not to escape, but to heighten her own pleasure.

Medusa provided so much good motivation with those ribbed girths rubbing against her. She shivered, clenching her teeth. "Please..." Konoka moaned softly.