[Pausing only briefly at the reaction, the Psiioniic smirks and turns his head so he can slip his tongues out. They drag slowly against Dualscar's fin, just like his fingers do against the filaments. His other hand goes down to the opposite fins, and he repeats both motions, licking along the edge of one fin while his fingertips drag so softly against his gills.]
You like that, don't you, 22? Why don't you moan for me thome more?
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[Pausing only briefly at the reaction, the Psiioniic smirks and turns his head so he can slip his tongues out. They drag slowly against Dualscar's fin, just like his fingers do against the filaments. His other hand goes down to the opposite fins, and he repeats both motions, licking along the edge of one fin while his fingertips drag so softly against his gills.]
You like that, don't you, 22? Why don't you moan for me thome more?
[The words are crooned out encouragingly.]