Erin is so very ready to be chewed, craning her neck to help, fingernails digging into Ylva's shoulders while she sinks into the feeling of being affectionately devoured.

She knows better than to try and help Ylva undress when she's in this mood, it always ends in heads knocking together and a certain amount of pained giggling. So instead she leans back, catching her own breath and languidly squeezing her chest.

"I was gonna propose that you fuck these," Erin purrs. "But if you're feeling hungry..."

She stretches her back and legs, wiggling a little. "I could even give ya some tail action, my wildflower."