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Delilah pretended not to see Amne's signs and continued her work.
Itska was kissed, but it was hardly returned. She made an effort to avoid Amne's kisses, for her own few reasons. "Y-you w-won't get any from me..." she whispered defiantly to Amne, who would most likely find it arousing. A good challenge. An idea finally hit her. This would be most interesting. Amne wanted to play, so Itska would make it extremely hard for her. This would take quite a bit of concentration and mental energy, but she could pull it off. Trying to control her breathing, Itska closed her eyes and tried her very hardest to ignore the distracting affections Amne was giving her. This would pay off in the end. Itska could feel it like a tingle in the back of her mind, and she let go. A strange and subtle touch crossed Amne's crotch. It was a simple pass, nothing in the least arousing. It'd probably make Amne wonder. Itska then grinned, hiding her stress. Amne would find out eventually. The next time she tried to play with herself, she would be in shock. Amne's lower lips were sealed shut, the same way her vocal cords were held in place. Itska had to get the precision just right too. She pulled them shut with the smallest sensation possible, closing off both her pearl and entrance. How's that for leverage?
