Meiling's touch always feels so - different. It's not in the slightest sense bad, but it's just that she's never felt it before, like Yuri's felt with her. Actually loved, wrapped up in her older lover's sturdy arms, fastened around her front and holding her close. She'd never been embraced anywhere close to this, not in her childhood or even as the teenager she is; not from father, or her non-existant friends, nor her twin sister. It was only Meiling that showed her affection, and sometimes, it felt like she didn't deserve her. Other days, she silently couldn't believe that Meiling was in love with her. Her. Yuri.

So when Meiling, with the hot tip of her cock pressed into the soft of Yuri's back, proposes 'something new,' Yuri doesn't even think to refuse, though it does set a strange anxiety in the pit of her stomach.

She wets her lips, soft but dry, with saliva, taking a moment to reply. She's always been a girl of few words. "Of course..." Yuri wishes she could melt into this touch. Even Meiling's hands feel good, resting over the tenderness of her stomach, soothing her anxieties as a thumb pets over skin. "Of course," she repeats again, "If it's what you want, Meiling... then I'm fine with it. But have you not been making love to me the way you want until now?"

She feels bad, sounding as insecure as she does. She doesn't want Meiling to hate her.