The Sunspire I am hanging in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall

The pedaling of her feet rarely went unnoticed. That was true this time, too; the surface that Wisteria was kneading against began to churn under her toes, contributing to her overstimulation whether he knew it or not. Wisteria's mouth popped off of the teat with a subtle slurp and she harrumphed her disapproval, but there was no instinctual understanding that her actions were unwanted. There was no sharing of his feeling of discomfort. So she kneaded harder as she rooted around for the teat once more, almost as though her feet could still the rolling motion of Breccan trying to escape her if only she pushed them in harder.