By the time Satyr stopped, she'd gotten Natsuru so worked up that it was almost physically disappointing. 'Almost' because it very quickly became apparent that Satyr was barely losing momentum.

Natsuru stared at the other girl in her lingerie for a moment. They were both pretty well endowed in the chest area, though Natsuru's eyes soon wandered down to discover how well endowed Satyr was in other ways. Even having felt that grinding against her butt, it was still a shock to actually see the erection straining at her panties. Where did she hide that when they were hanging out in public?!

"Uh... Uh-huh..."

She blinked, not even fully realizing what she'd apparently agreed to. But she definitely heard Satyr. Her arms moved to tug her top up over her head, her back inadvertently arching to really thrust out her chest as she shed the garment. Her bra looked on the fancier side, with detailed embroidery and high-quality fabrics, showing off Natsuru's expensive taste in the garments since she'd started having to wear them. When she slid her shorts down, it revealed simpler, more casual panties, visibly dampened from her arousal. If Satyr needed any more proof that Natsuru had been enjoying herself so far, there it was.