Nyancy F/F lewd dialogue.

As promised, here's some of Nyancy's F/F sex scene! Enjoy ^^

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You pull farther away from  Nyancy. The immediate disappointment in her eyes shifts again as soon as  you crouch down before her and below her, guiding her with one hand  into lifting her hind leg—and  no matter the surge of scarlet blooming in her cheeks, she can't hold  back how silly and embarrassed and ridiculously giddy her whole  expression turns.

And as she leans over and holds her leg high  willingly, too, with your help... there Nyancy is. A sweet, wet princess  in need of just a kiss.

"Does it, um... does it look weird, or anything?" Nyancy mumbles, grin faltering the longer you stare.

You turn your gaze and give her one last look. Not a smirk, but close.

[Kiss the poor girl better.]

 She really does need reassuring, of course—but you already know a much better way than words to tell Nyancy that her pussy looks juuust fine.

You give her cooch a smooch. Hot, wet, for as long as she needs. For as long as you like.

To call that sweetest sound out Nyancy's throat just a gasp would be heresy. It's release. Relief. A choir's been hiding inside her this whole time, high and wavering and thankful. She trembles. Nyancy can only even moan your first syllable before she's lost betwixt every long, slow stroke of your tongue.

It's  the strange smell of lavender down here, and as you go, it's all you  can taste. Not that you've ever tasted lavender, but....  between each soft kiss you plant over her mound, you lap up every  trickle that spills from it. From your seat at the foot of her table,  Nyancy is delicious.

[Yeah, keep going, but don't keep yourself hanging either!]

Two fingers. For how wet you can  already feel you've gotten, you jump right to the second stage as you  slip a hand under your panties and squeeze both digits right where they  belong. You mount yourself, and what do you know? Still a perfect fit.

Nyancy's  scent fills you for every breath you take within her. She dribbles  constant over your tongue, gasps, shakes, presses closer. The fuzz over  her skin tickles yours, and every muscle you feel inside her quivers as you press deep inside both her and your own soaked, needy self.

The thought of those bright blue eyes staring up at you next, that slim tongue lapping and learning—it's getting hard to hold in your own heavy breaths. It's wonderful.

"[player name]... oh, [player name]! Kuh—more! Please!"

[Oh, yes. Please.]

More, yes—gradually.  You keep Nyancy in agonizing bliss as you tongue her slow as you  please, making her last. Her tail swishes constant up and down,  adorable. It's almost too much. She's way too cute all of a sudden.

Or maybe that's not it--despite your thumb hanging back so far, it's your clitoris. Like someone's licking you right back.

As  you spare a glance up to the bleary joy all over Nyancy's face over and  above,  there's a strange focus in her eyes as she looks back down to  you. Way down. The gem in her forehead glows bright and a gently uneven  force swipes—licks—directly over your clit. 

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And that's it for Nyancy's F/F sex scene for now. Hope you're all excited! :D Next I think I'll post some of Rosie's F/F tree--after I've showed you guys Fia's final expression tomorrow. ^^

~TAD