Tilting her head, Whisper was momentarily confused as to why things were not better. She was personally enjoying the view of Kikuya like this and was about to make it even better... oh. The model's tugging on her dress - almost hard enough to tear it - got it across. "Relax, Kikuya," Whisper murmured into her ear, sucking lightly on the lobe before pulling away. Her dress really was not hard to get off if one was sober, but since Kikuya was not she could not be held too responsible. One button at the top to undo and then it was easy to pull up and over her head, leaving her in matching underwear with slightly mussed hair.
"Okay, so now is it much better?" Whisper asked, teasingly skimming her hands over Kikuya's stomach and up over her breasts, eyes sparkling as she cupped and massaged them, leaning down to brush a kiss against the hollow of the model's neck. She loved her attention, there was no denying that, but sometimes giving it like this was almost as good. And Kikuya did moan so nicely.