Message received. Jean smiles against Ryja's smooth skin, grips her thighs hard, and eats, hot tongue stroking her flesh between hard sucks and wet kisses, luxuriating in the power her pleasure gives them.

"You're delicious," Jean half-growls when they come up for air. "...Maybe a few days..."

They bury their face between Ryja's legs. Beg for them, rabbit.