Gasping, Erin seizes some of Ylva's hair and pulls her face away, panting and trying to find her breath. Her body is a mess of small bruises and tooth marks, signs of Ylva's enthusiasm and Erin's affection for her shy wildflower. "Y-you gonna let me get you wet first?" she teases, or at least tries to tease; she's clearly eager herself, out of it. "Because I wanna get fucked too."