So agreeable. So earnest. Rose hums her approval as her free hand wanders: reaches, tangling in the wet hair along the back of Pearl’s head. So agreeable, and so earnest in fact, that Rose decides to reward her with a little massage along her neck as she guides her into a kiss.

Deeper, this time. Rose’s taffy-soft mouth folds full, settling easy: familiar: warm brush of tongue along Pearl’s lower lip.

“You’ve made an awful lot of messes tonight, sweetness.” She still massages the taut cords of sinew in Pearl’s neck, even as the nozzle lazes over to rush against her other nipple. “You’ll behave from now on, won’t you?”