"Mmmmm," with a moan that surprised her, Frida's eyes narrowed as she felt Evian's lips on hers, but whatever surprise she felt melted into acceptance as she pushed back and gave as much into the kiss as she received while leaning back until her head rested against the sofa's armrest.
With his arm still around her and his hand still on the moistness of the Lordess' pussy, Evian smiled against her lips and held that position for a few seconds before slowly pulling away.
Frida blinked rapidly before her lips upturned in a frown of indignation as she completely ignored that she had accepted the kiss.
"What was th-?" she started to say only to be interrupted when Evian placed a finger against her lips.
"Shhhh."
