{ooc: Apologies for the slow, bunch of irl distractions kept happening!}

"W-Well..." Natsuru blushed at the question, unsure how to answer when the girl she kind of secretly hoped would see her in her pretty bra is the one fondling her through it, while rubbing her throbbing erection up against her thigh.

"Maybe?" She volunteered, in an uncertain little squeak. Satyr's continued, insistent attention made her squirm and moan, desires she never knew she was capable of building inside her. Perhaps unconsciously on purpose, the way she shifts squeezes her thighs, now slicked with the other girl's juices, gently together around Satyr's cock, rubbing the shaft up against her still panty-clad entrance.