"Tell me, pretty thing... How do you like it?" Yuna asks, staring at their shared reflection in the mirror, sitting down as she stands behind her, her fingers trailing along the skin of her throat, where the sparkling, brand new necklace sat pretty. Yuna had picked it out, it had her written all over it, and that's what made it so much more beautiful. This piece of her on her beloved, it felt so perfect, so right.

"I think you're stunning with it, you shouldn't ever take it off." She purrs softly, leaning down to press her lips to the curve of her neck, leaving a trail of her pink, shiny lipgloss on her skin. "But everything else," she trails off, her manicured nails slowly trailing along her shoulders, slipping beneath the hem of her top the caress her skin. "They belong on the floor," she says, "now."

"Don't you agree, baby?" She muses, pressing her lips against hers in a slow, demanding kiss, all the while her hands make quick work of her pesky top. "Don't keep me waiting, sweet thing." She breaks the kiss with a soft gasp, her hand sliding down her own body to palm her throbbing cock through her skirt, "I'm not in the mood to wait." She mutters before sitting down on the edge of their bed, spreading her legs and tugging her skirt down. "Why don't you come and thank me for your brand new gift, hm?" She urges, her tone breathless and low as she wraps her hand around the base of her cock, stroking herself slowly while her gaze stays trained on her.