Lilly's returning the cascade of kisses I suppose, we give what we like to receive, and so between Lilly and Henna that river of little kisses flows wildly, splashing all firm and soft and cool and tickling onto every part of their shared geography. Just a paradise of little kisses, deepening into more serious ones, flooding Henna with the sensation of them. Until her whole world is Lilly's open mouth. Lilly's kiss.
