The belt still brushing her hip, Minnie will feel the hand on her breast creep up and tangle in her hair, stroking gently at first. Weight on her shifts, and there's a breath against her ear.
"You precious little thing... you can't help but ask for it, can you? Even when you've got standing permission. Alright then, sweetness..."
And the hand grips her hair.
"Come."
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