Omiko lapped up Adiane's taste, breathing her in; it was hard to breathe otherwise. Her tongue snaked out further, up into Adiane as she obeyed her command, making it squirm around inside of her as her hands came up to Adiane's thighs. She didn't put any pressure on her mistress, not pushing or pulling, but it felt better than just leaving them laying on her side. At the same time, the rough groping of her chest had her moaning up into Adiane.