The sneaky roll of hips doesn't escape Rose's notice. Very little about Pearl does. Pink run of tongue over lips at the first threat of bondage, months ago; bitemarks sunk in Rose's pillow at a teasing pat on the butt. How much harder she comes around Rose's fingers when she's wholly, sweetly helpless.

Shame. It'd be a shame to deprive her, now.

"Why else would I bring you here. Where I keep all my toys." Wrist cocks back, just an inch or so, to lay a light tap against her other cheek: to twist a gentle fondle there, too. Just hinting at punishment. "Like you."

Hand wanders lower: teasing. Touch of promise along thick, tender wet.

"Don't worry, though." Swirl of touch: just enough to have hips liquid. "You're my favorite."

For a moment, she flirts with pleasing her -- with filling her -- traces the plump heat she's been crafting all evening. Rose nearly does. God knows she's been wanting.

But then she moves. She presses another kiss to Pearl's back as she shifts, beginning to spill from the bed. "And you'll be good, and wait here." Sienna kiss over the bony braid of backbone (she's so delicate) before Rose's lips seal: and suck: and lap. "Won't you?"

Her hand waits on the small swell of Pearl's ass. Curious if she'll take the bait.