If one had to find a fitting description, the sensation Astrid currently felt was akin to bringing her fingertip close to freshly made ice cream, her skin touching the creamy, sugary tip, a delicate and soft texture, though far less cold, instead carrying a certain inevitable warmth and dampness.
A slender serpent coiled gently around her fingertip, like touching clouds. After the shameful sounds, Amalia's eyes shimmered with a hint of satisfaction, her blue irises caught scattered glimmers of light.
As her finger withdrew, the warmth and moisture gradually faded. At the unavoidable moment her fingertip brushed against the girl's cherry lips, Astrid felt her ears grow slightly warm.
"Thank you for the treat... sister...."
Amalia whispered softly, then darted out her delicate tongue to lick her lips. Already glistening from cream, her lips now appear even more tender, like glazed porcelain.
"It tastes sweet..."
