Erin whispers, and Daisy breathes. Mushy stuff later. Not right now. Definitely not right now.

The tearing of Erin's dress is a more than welcome distraction, puts that smug smirk back on Daisy's lips, almost makes it pull into a rare grin. Pleased. "You are feeling obedient."

Almost like a reward, that knee grinds up firm between her thighs. The tips of her claws trail up the newly exposed skin until she's sinking her fingers into the meat of Erin's breast, groping and kneading and not at all shy with those claws.

Her other hand is no shier, raking from her ass down her thigh.