"Eheheh, well now you do!" Satyr interpreted Natsuru's confused answer optimistically, as she was wont to do. Still grinding her hips, her hands soon came to cup the girl's breasts, fingers tracing her lacy bra as she nuzzled against her neck affectionately. "I mean, after all, you're so cute? And friendly and nice and... maybe I'm a bad girl but watching you worry about things and get all flustered or embarrassed just makes me want to pick you up and give you a squeeze!"

She gave her a squeeze, or rather, her chest.

"And that just makes me want to do even more with you..."

"More" was currently grinding against Natsuru's ass insistently, growing a stain at the tip of that tent in her nightgown.