She sank into the kiss, allowing far more of an exchange than usual. Their magics mated on their own twisting and twirling and providing a shifting kalidescope of colour and image inside the mind. Slender arms raised to link behind Issacs neck, fingers toying in the thick nest of chocolate girls. Sloan lifted up on tipsy toes she she could press into the males heat. The thin cloth the only thing separating the flesh of their torsos.
When Issac pulled back to take another shot, Sloan flowed suit, her face once more aligned in a cool and unaffected mein. "What that of curiousity then? To Tate me, savour me, or see if I'd allow it?," she queried in a husky timbre..