It's an energy Erin is glad to return. She strokes, spits into her palm again, and strokes further, lathering Ylva's cock while she kisses and bites at her wildflower's lips. She has to come up for air, burying her lips against Ylva's neck, scraping teeth down her skin...

Her earlier insane thought finds its voice when Erin whispers, through hot breaths: "Breed me."