That was quite the command for Daivia. With her slender form straddled underneath the captain, she placed her palms on her shoulders, both pushing Andorr down and slipping from underneath her, now she would be the one on the top.
With her lips curled into a smirk of her own, Daivia would lower herself down to the captain again. Slowly kissing her way lower, as her hands moved ahead, brushing her fingers across Andorr's well endowed figure. As she kissed the woman's abdomen, her fingers worked to undo the red-haired woman's breeches, tugging them lower, hoping for some cooperation when it came to actually taking them off.