For the time being, Ianthe stayed straddling Dawn, bracing her hands on the soft floor on either side, as they kissed. She broke the kiss with a gasp once Dawn took her hair in hand, the braid it was in an excellent lead to direct her with. Ianthe so loved having her hair pulled, a flush spreading across her pale skin as that single act alone spiked her arousal enough to make her position a knee between Dawn's leg so she could use that nice thigh muscle for friction as her hips moved and she grinded slowly on the leg. Her loose trousers were starting to slip off her, each movement of frottage working them down.