A Sunny Indoctrination

[Dubski]

Sunny can't help but grin at the added praise. She was a sucker for it a lot of times, brows arching in intrigue as Hope got closer to her. "Oh, babe..." she purrs, wriggling her hips slightly. "You can totally get a good feel for me all you want," the Hawaiian girl tells Hope. "You're pretty hot yourself, but like, in a sort of confusing way?" she offered, a little confused at her own compliment too.

She shook her head though, eyes on the dark lips of Hope as she added, "But for real, we can get on the mat. Get some real friction going, you know? What'd you have in mine, exactly?" asked the Breezy Blonde, moving a hand to rest on the toned abs of her admirer, canting her head to give her a very sensually intrigued look, enjoying the attention for now. Her concerns from before washed away mostly, without a reason to be reminded of them currently, at least. Flattery was a good deterrent for that.