That's one thing Mila loves about her — Sara's hands.
Right now they're cased with chunky, white-gold rings that are fake, just like the the delicate, metallic butterfly clasped in a white-gold spiral to Sara's upper, left arm.
Mila remembers her mentioning Sara's dance recital in a couple of hours, which explains the glimmery, ornate dress and the ivory layers of tulle crinkling and gathering up Sara's legs.
She's beautiful, masquerading as a enchanting, spring nymph, and undulates her lower body aimed towards Mila's laptop camera. Sara has tugged off her panties and her hose, with a loveable wink, going completely nude under the flowery, handsewn costume-dress.
Sara's vaginal lips gleam-wet and clench against the rainbow-colored sex toy, vibrating inside her. Mila watches her with stunned, hungry awe as the other woman lifts her hips, moaning.
Oh, she loves her.
Yuri on Ice isn't mine. Prompt from yoikinkmeme: "MILA/SARA + NSFW, SKYPE CALLS" and thoughts/comments are deeply appreciated!