Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Dua lifted her eyebrow for a moment, glancing at Owain, before starting to unlace the top of her dress and pull it down. Glinde sat on the edge of her seat, mouth watering, distracted. It was only when the Calishite had let the fabric fall to her waist that she realized what Owain had done. She shot a glare at him before standing. She supposed he had technically won, but that didn't mean she couldn't still enjoy herself.
"Wait," she said gently. "Stop."
Stepping over, Glinde gently placed her hands on Dua's shoulders and studied her face. The dark girl blushed and looked away shyly but smiled. The Northwoman slid her hands over her smooth brown arms then back up and over her breasts. Glinde let her hands rest on those delicious-looking breasts as she leaned in to kiss her neck gently. Dua shivered and goosebumps raised on her flesh, making Glinde's smile widen as she traced her lips over her shoulder, down her chest, leaning down to gently suckle at one dark nipple before kneeling. She leaned her forehead against Dua's toned stomach before looking up at her.
"You have a body worth worshiping," she purred, "and that ought to be done slowly, for as long as possible."
She kissed the fabric hiding Dua's flesh from her lips before slowly, ever so slowly, sliding the dress farther and farther down, away from her stomach, over her hips, down her thighs. Glinde's hands slid down the curve of her back, over that delicious ass to squeeze gently, over the curve of her hips to rest on her thighs. Her lips landed butterfly-light on her cinnamon skin from her breasts in meandering patterns across her flesh all the way down to her hips and thighs to her warm center, just above her wet slit. Dua tried to keep her legs from shaking, though not very successfully.
"Forget the gods," Glinde murmured with a small smile, gently nuzzling her thigh. "You are the only temple I need to worship in." The Northwoman gently parted Dua's soft petals and slowly, with a low moan slid her tongue up that slit to her sensitive nub.
"Wait," she said gently. "Stop."
Stepping over, Glinde gently placed her hands on Dua's shoulders and studied her face. The dark girl blushed and looked away shyly but smiled. The Northwoman slid her hands over her smooth brown arms then back up and over her breasts. Glinde let her hands rest on those delicious-looking breasts as she leaned in to kiss her neck gently. Dua shivered and goosebumps raised on her flesh, making Glinde's smile widen as she traced her lips over her shoulder, down her chest, leaning down to gently suckle at one dark nipple before kneeling. She leaned her forehead against Dua's toned stomach before looking up at her.
"You have a body worth worshiping," she purred, "and that ought to be done slowly, for as long as possible."
She kissed the fabric hiding Dua's flesh from her lips before slowly, ever so slowly, sliding the dress farther and farther down, away from her stomach, over her hips, down her thighs. Glinde's hands slid down the curve of her back, over that delicious ass to squeeze gently, over the curve of her hips to rest on her thighs. Her lips landed butterfly-light on her cinnamon skin from her breasts in meandering patterns across her flesh all the way down to her hips and thighs to her warm center, just above her wet slit. Dua tried to keep her legs from shaking, though not very successfully.
"Forget the gods," Glinde murmured with a small smile, gently nuzzling her thigh. "You are the only temple I need to worship in." The Northwoman gently parted Dua's soft petals and slowly, with a low moan slid her tongue up that slit to her sensitive nub.