Meryl doesn't exactly make words, but the sighs and whimpers are more than enough to make up for what she doesn't actually say. The leg around Night Sky's waist, meanwhile, tightens all the more. There's just enough friction when she wiggles that, well, she creates all the more pleasure for herself.

She is, of course, not unfamiliar with the bare basics. Two years alone in the desert lent itself to some... exploration. She knows what she likes in a general sense. And she definitely likes this.

"Mm -" Had Night Sky said something. Hold on, let her collect her thoughts. "Y-yeah. Please, go ahead."