Please the moth.

Her antenna tickles your nose. You move in closer, and let it brush along your lips, which elicits a stuttering whimper. Such contact causes her to melt like butter in your hands, though that brings a blushing smile to her face.

"You know... how sensitive those are," she whispers.

"Of course I do," you reply.

She rolls back her head as you massage your fingers gently around her shoulders, and over the sides of her neck. You come in close, and she glances upwards. Shifting in her seat, she purses her pillowy lips, and the two of you press together a warm, passionate kiss. You place a hand upon her cheek, and she reaches up to take a firm hold of your tunic to tug you even closer. Then, as your lips drift apart, and you feel her hot breath on your chin, she begins to stand, all while nudging you back towards the other seat.

Luna bites her lips. She kisses you again, but this time, she guides you down to sit. Her body bends over to reach the level of your eyes, further teasing her downblouse. As they hang right in front of your face--so round, so firm--the loose, silken fabric hardly covers them at all--a glimpse of both nipples, though not in their entirety. She simply smiles, and brushes her gentle hand around the neck of your neck to the side. The soft fluff around her wrist feels like a cloud against your skin.

Though, she stands up tall, looming over you in your seat. She takes hold of the strap around her waist and loosens it the rests of the way. Then like curtains, her kimono drifts open, further helped by the slow tease of her hands pulling both sides apart. Finally, her bouncy bust falls free from restraint, revealing a tiny pair of black lacey panties hardly covering anything but the part that matters, right between her smooth stomach and delicious thighs. There she lingers for a moment, allowing you to stare to your heart's content. It's an amazing sight, but you wouldn't want to keep her waiting--nor do you want to wait, as your cock has already hardened beneath your trousers.

You grab one of her legs and tug her in close--knee between your legs. As you stroke up her thighs, and feel your hands around her hips, she looks down at you with another bite of her lip. While it prevents them from being frontline fighters, there are certainly upsides to bombyx insectrin being so sensitive. You can see her body subtly shiver with each soft, tantalizing touch to her already stimulated body.

"Mmm~," she purrs. Then she slides two fingers down over the front of her undergarment. "Do you like my panties? I made them myself of course, but this is my first time wearing these."

Upon closer inspection, the craftsmanship is outstanding. You hardly noticed at first. Beyond the erotic lace of such a dark, exhiliterating garment, there are intricate decorations woven in that appear like generic squiggles until you really stare--tiny moths, cute with smiling faces. "They're adorable," you say as you brush your hands over the soft material.

"Then it's too bad I have to take them off." She slips her thumbs behind the waistband almost immediately. The fabric rolls up as she slides the pair down over her thighs. Her pussy is made bare, and she continues to pull them down to her feet. Then with her tongue playfully protruding between her teeth, she crawls up onto your lap and wraps her arms tightly around your back.

"Too bad indeed." You cup your hand around one of her breasts, enjoying the feeling as you caress her delicate skin. Your thumb brushes over her perky nipple, which causes the girl to let out a long, impatient sigh, follows by an arch of her back as she nudges her chest closer to your face. Then as your hand continues down, you strike at her most sensitive spot--a tease over her lips, before carefully rubbing around her clit in a slow, circular motion, along the side.

Her grip tightens, and she crawls herself farther up your legs. "Mmm... Aah~!" She gasps, plunging her tongue right into your mouth. Her hips begin to jerk--body becoming restless as it craves further stimulation. At such simple touching, she's already getting wild.

Quite aggressively, she grabs onto your blue tunic and begins pulling it up your body. She enjoys the sensation of your stomach, and then your chest, as she places her warm hands against your skin. You've become quite fit in your time here, and as the two of you pull the shirt off your head, she pushes her face against your collarbone for a kiss, working her way up your neck.

Then, you grope her tit once again, but harder this time, as your other hand grabs her ass squished against your lap and pulls her in tighter.

With that, she throws her arms over your shoulders and climbs up all the way for a ride. She begins fidgeting with your belt--hands quite aggressively rolling over the bulge in your pants, which feels quite nice. Then as she throws it off, she tugs down your trousers, and then your underwear, to spring forth your erection at last. She lifts her body up, and as she brings herself down, you take hold of her hips and guide her along. You thrust your cock deep inside her body--the heat, the tightness, she moans much louder now, tilting her head back as she lets out a sensual sigh of relief, but at the same time, loses herself to the thrill of her desires.

"Ooo~oohh, it feels so good~!" She takes in a deep, stuttering inhale after moaning so heavily. "Oh my gods, I know it hasn't been long, but... Mmm~ Kyle." Then with your aid, she lifts slightly up, before slapping her ass right back down. Up, then down. Each time, she moans again, and again, as she rides you on top of the chair.

You push your lips into her chest as she lifts up once more, and give her nipple a long lick with the flat of your tongue. Each and every touch you make seems to stimulate her incredibly so, like right now, everything is an erogenous zone. Her eyes flutter shut, and her lips hang partially agape with loud panting to escape. Her hips begin moving more quickly though, causing the chair to scoot back over the wooden floorboards. It scrapes, but she goes harder--kimono still hanging open, and wings fluttering behind her, sending a faint plume of sparking powder into the air.

"I'm--" She purses her lips and shudders. Her nostrils flare as her breathing reaches such a rapid speed already. She bounces faster and faster, humping up against you. A bead of sweat rolls down from her white, fluffy hair, over the bridge of her nose. "I'm... I can't--Ah, aah, aah, Kyle! Faster!"

The pleasure inside hits her limit. Although it's hardly been any time at all, her body is simply too sensitive to keep it together, and her eyes widen as her body tenses up. Struggling to find the strength to buck, you help her even more than before, which you fortunately have the strength to do. Then her back arches, and she nearly stands as her body seizes up. Her wings suddenly flap wildly, sending up even more dust, until her gasping moans reach one, lengthy whimpering gasp, which nearly squeaks like a mouse. She reaches her climax.