[ It worked to Chariot's advantage, sure. It took her very little to undo and remove, able to focus most of her energy into the mood of the act instead of the action itself, unwrapping her Bonded like one would a gift, and delighting at what was within...
Once Fang's torso was bare before her, Chariot reached for one of the wine bottles in the room, pulling the cork with her teeth (which... was harder than she'd thought it'd be, but thankfully her struggle wasn't too obvious). After a small swig, she placed her thumb partially over the lip of the bottle and leaned close...
The wine was warm when she splashed it against Fang's skin, but warmer still was the tongue she lapped at the splashes with, over her chest, the peaks of her nipples, humming and savoring the mixed flavors she so adored. ]
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Once Fang's torso was bare before her, Chariot reached for one of the wine bottles in the room, pulling the cork with her teeth (which... was harder than she'd thought it'd be, but thankfully her struggle wasn't too obvious). After a small swig, she placed her thumb partially over the lip of the bottle and leaned close...
The wine was warm when she splashed it against Fang's skin, but warmer still was the tongue she lapped at the splashes with, over her chest, the peaks of her nipples, humming and savoring the mixed flavors she so adored. ]