her sides to her hips, and the brunette’s moist tongue left a cool, wet trail down the center of her abdomen. She spasmed again, giggling, as Miranja circled her navel with her tongue.

Miranja smiled, realizing that Snow (consciously or not) was accepting the magic she was sending. The smaller woman’s body was already more relaxed, in spite of the ticklishness. Miranja’s legs were still on either side of Snow’s legs, and now she kneed her milky thighs apart as she settled on her knees in between and kissed and licked the hollows of her hip bones. She pulled back laughing as Snow jerked and erupted into a fit of laughter.

“Where aren’t you ticklish?” Miranja grinned, shaking her head.

“Ummm…”