Sara takes the kiss, returning with vigor, her hands running up and down Natasha's back.

She only moves, crawling over slow, hips up and on display, to open the drawer to pull out warming gel and a little leather paddle. There are more items inside, lotion, anal beads, and a few other toys she leaves in there, for now.

"There's more," Sara offers as she settles on the bed and turns back to Natasha, eyes drawn to her.