Reaching down to give the little luxere a scratch behind the ears, Frey return their gaze to the Launceleyn who seemed to be still beating around the proverbial bush. And given the hardness of him, Frey wasn't so sure he had it in him to last at the pace he was going.
"How about a fan that you can flap at yourself to keep cool? Or an icecube that will never melt. A speedo, perhaps?" Their dark eyes roll as they pivot onto their stomach, back arched slightly and ankles interlocked over their ass. "If you have something in mind Loren, spit it out." They coo as their slender fingers reach for a blueberry. Pinching it teasingly between their fingers as one might a nipple, they roll the fruit against their skin several times before popping it into their mouth.
"How about a fan that you can flap at yourself to keep cool? Or an icecube that will never melt. A speedo, perhaps?" Their dark eyes roll as they pivot onto their stomach, back arched slightly and ankles interlocked over their ass. "If you have something in mind Loren, spit it out." They coo as their slender fingers reach for a blueberry. Pinching it teasingly between their fingers as one might a nipple, they roll the fruit against their skin several times before popping it into their mouth.
