Night Sky probably could have dislodged herself long enough to give a proper response - but she did not care to exert more energy than necessary for anything beyond bringing the woman to climax. So she simply hummed her reply again, squeezed her hand, and continued her passionate onslaught.

Her finger worked inside her in a slow thrusting motion, over and over with the occasional curling of her knuckle. With the soft pleas, she added a second that slipped easily through the slickness; filling her just a little more while Night Sky lapped hungrily at her folds, head tilting so she could angle the bridge of her nose against her clit and thrust her tongue in with her fingers, encouraging her to grind into her face.