Skipping?

"Fun...?" Marionette muttered, watching as Lillian sat up, resting her rear on her hips. Then, she felt the girl's hands move under the black shirt, pressing her fingers around the sides of her waist.

Marionette shivered a bit at her touch before slowly raising her hands to the sides of the girl's face, clutching it gently and pulling.

Lillian allowed the woman to pull her face down. As their lips met again, her hands continued to move up along the woman's side, causing the hem of the Assassin's shirt to move up, revealing more and more of her smooth skin.

Chu~... Chu~... Chu~...

With their eyes closed, they moved their lips against each other—slow and sensual, as they took their time enjoying each other's tastes.

Once Marionette's shirt was high enough to where her black bras were showing, Lillian moved her right hand away from the woman's side and placed it over the Assassin's right breast.

Chu~...