[Luka's gentle touches do their job of calming Miku down. For the most part. Her breaths are still ragged, her heart still pounding, but she can at least stop and realize that what's happening is a good thing, and there's no reason for her to panic.
That in mind, her face when Luka's tongue finally starts moving is probably a delight. Her eyes go wide for a moment, because it feels better than she could have imagined, and then she screws them shut and leans her head back a little, teeth brushing against her lower lip again as her hands bunch up in the fabric, just like she expected they would.
She spreads her legs eagerly, toes curling, hips moving ever-so-slightly.]
... It feels good. [Understatement of the century.]
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That in mind, her face when Luka's tongue finally starts moving is probably a delight. Her eyes go wide for a moment, because it feels better than she could have imagined, and then she screws them shut and leans her head back a little, teeth brushing against her lower lip again as her hands bunch up in the fabric, just like she expected they would.
She spreads her legs eagerly, toes curling, hips moving ever-so-slightly.]
... It feels good. [Understatement of the century.]