Luna tilts her head to the side, watching you intently as your body responds to her touch. She slides one hand beneath your chin, cupping your face as she leans in to claim your lips once more. Her tongue dances with yours, seeking entrance into your mouth even as her hips grind against you harder and faster.

"Please... beg for it," she whispers between kisses, her voice thick with desire. "Let me know what you want..."

Her breath catches as you whisper the single word against her lips, your need pouring out of you like honey. With a moan of approval, she presses closer, grinding herself against you until you feel the heat of her core through both your clothes and her own skin.

"Granie z Pusheenem," she pants, rocking her hips faster now, "I want to feel you... inside me..." She rises up slightly, positioning her aching center just above your straining erection.