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.

[BlackAkuma]

’In a sort of confusing way.’

Eh. Hope would take it.

What Sunny said turned out to be much less interesting than what she did, as she reached out and pressed a hand to her abs, touching them without an ounce of hesitation. Bold. Brave. Most importantly, it seemed like both of them were on the same page when it came to their possibilities, even if one of them wanted to go a little further into the book than the other.

Hope smirked and sauntered to the ring, curling her finger Sunny’s way and motioning for her to follow. ”Well, I was thinking something a little…erotic. I’m new to the hentai scene, you see. Still trying to get a feel for it. The flow of it, you know?”

Hope hopped on the apron, turned to face Sunny, then grabbed the ropes behind her and pulled her way into the ring, backflipping inside with a single deft movement. She skipped forward without missing a beat and leaned on the ropes, looking down at the blonde with a gleeful smile. ”Give me the crashcourse. Show me how it’s done.”

[Dubski]

With a big, carefree grin, Sunny Soule was nodding as Hope began to guide her. She did enjoy the feeling of those abs on her palm. "Babe... you're thinking erotic? I'm game, so long as I don't like, blaspheme or whatever. Not that I'm concerned about heaven or hell, but I probably don't need that bad juju," explained the Breezy Blonde as she walked forward to the ring, hopping onto the apron.

"But if you need a crashcourse or like, instruction or whatever, I'm your girl. There's a ton of instruction though, and it's not really simple to kind of pull off because there's a lot of feeling out you do until it all feels right and a lot of it is on instinct and other stuff you can't teach very well..." continued Sunny, who seemed like she had the theory of hentai matches down to a sort of science she had difficulty explaining precisely. "But... honestly, it's an excuse to get sexy with one another, so I'm game. I can probably teach you a lot about how to please another woman, you know? Pret-ty good at that sort of thing..." Soule told her as she stepped inside.

She would rest a hand on Hope's jawline and then lean in to give her a short, hot kiss, her tongue flicking the lips of Hope before grinning and backing up to make space in the ring between them. Sunny winked, rolling her neck as she watched Hope with intrigue, ready to see how this odd chick was feeling now, but looking as effortlessly chipper about it as usual.