The Wayward Daughter (Syrene and BlackBlade)

[Syrene]

The tender and delicate approach at the stranger was taking sent a wave of chills up and down the spine of the busty redhead, The hair on her arms and the back of her neck raised in tandem with the chills. The mouth was exacting a sensation on her body that she had not anticipated from her. Was it the booze? Was it the previous touch? She watched with eyes wide behind the mask to see what he did next. The crowd joining in that sentiment as his head nestled between the pale thighs he had parted.

Within moments of that, his mouth was on her sweet, teen pussy. A gasp escaped her as his tongue began to parse her folds, trailing up and down. Increasing the tension that she and everyone was in the room. Another set of gasps escaped with building pace as she felt the increasing wetness both from herself and from the trail of his saliva that he was leaving between her legs. It was soon joined by the touch of his fingers. The digits were spreading her partially as his tongue eagerly lapped at her.

Her sensitive clit turning hard, peaking from its little hood as it swelled with arousal.

 

[BlackBlade]

If he had been a violinist, then Robert might have been considered a master. His tongue lapped up Kayla's juices, gliding along her tender folds and lapping up the nectar she brought forth. His fingers, not to be outdone, joined in the assault, adding gentle and forceful strokes along her nether lips. Her sensitive bud beneath its hood was not spared the attack either. Small, soft strokes aimed to coax her clit from its confines, yet not forcing it out before its time.

Boldly, when he felt her lubrication would warrant such and intrusion, Robert began to insert a single digit within her delicious folds, parting her petals and stealing more nectar.

Many a girl on the sidelines sighed at the sight. They had not yet seen a lover this patient, this skilled. Eyes wandered to the man that was orchestrating this symphony, wondering if he would be available at a future outing. But for Robert, there was only Kayla. Always Kayla. Now and forever.