There was a good reason Satyr tended to wear huge, poofy skirts, and it wasn't just because they made her look adorable.

She giggled as she watched the other girl strip, waiting with barely contained enthusiasm, bouncing as she sat cross-legged, her cock standing up out of her lap rather ridiculously. In the few seconds it took Natsuru to remove her outerwear, there was already a clear, sticky strand trailing from the tip of her erection.

"Oooh, that bra is so cute! I want to get one like it," she said, practically pouncing the other girl the moment she was done stripping. Her hands immediately went to said bra, giving a squeeze, running her fingers over the lace patterns. And not surprisingly pushing Natsuru onto her back, pinning her to the mattress. Overly friendly hands on her chest and something even more eager poking one of her thighs.