[Quite the opposite. Momo is happy, happy and grateful. She smiles internally and her lips bow up as they kiss, sweet and soft, but with the lingering heat of promise. Her hand continues it's exploration, the palm rolling over the soft bits of her best friend's body, moving to attend the other breast as well.

Drawing in a breath, she pulls to the side at last, kissing her way to Jiro's neck and then giving that a gentle nip. Then lower, her body sliding further down.]

It's my turn to see how you taste. I hope you don't mind.