They wake up lying on the ground.
Outdoors.
It's a bright, clear day.
Their body feels different.
Who's in front?
Warm, eager curiosity, with a side of playful smirk? Okay feels like it's Sable.
Sable slides her hand down and slips it under Momo's t-shirt and bra, caressing her breast directly, while her lips find their way down to kiss and nip along her neck, especially that sensitive spot.
"Mmhh...~!"
There's a quiet voice saying that she probably shouldn't spend all day on this sort of thing, right now - but not spending all day on it, doesn't mean she can't have a very good time right now, her own arms wrapping around Sable.
"...if I wanted," she murmurs, "to touch you like you're touching me, would that be good...?"
"Always," she purrs between bites. "Unless — we're — tinkering, — always."
She keeps nibbling and caressing Momo. Tasty girlfriend is tasly, and her moans are gorgeous.
And so she does, a hand delicately trailing up across Sable's chest to find one of her breasts and caress it.