She eyed the man, lifting her fingers in a come-hither motion as thighs opened just a bit further. He stepped in closer, slow, as if waiting for her to rescind the invite, taking his time as he leaned over to give a hesitant lick.
The feeling of debauchery wafting off the kid was enough to make Kakia moan, though the tongue helped as well. Her hand shot out for Dolos' hand, pressing his palm against her breast as she pressed into the young man's mouth, urging another taste.