darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
They'd somehow fallen into the missionary position. That situation amused Leti. It did seem fitting though, for a girl to lose her real virginity in such a position. It was certainly more willing and equal than bending a girl over and taking her like beasts took one another. Hadn't Libby done something of the sort? Leti didn't know, and frankly, she didn't care. Right now she was far more interested in getting this girl to cry out and moan and squirm and give herself over to her own desires and fantasies.
For a moment, Leti read doubt in the girl. Perhaps she'd regressed, remembered what had just happened, how she'd given way. Sometimes they did that. And it was true: Debauched were well-endowed, too well-endowed. Sometimes a girl heard those words and wondered. It didn't help that there was truth. As Leti had said, so many girls came away almost needing Debauched from then on. Sometimes it often happened with rangers, especially those of pink or black. Strange how the colors lined up like that.
Again, not the time for idyll thoughts. Instead Leti focused on grinding her hips, on leaving marks. She rose up, panting to look into Kat's eyes. Smiling, Leti gave the girl's hands another squeeze. "Debauched aren't the only way to get aroused," she informed the girl, as if reading thoughts. She rolled her hips, groaning as she felt her own arousal. Her energies were most certainly peaking, and she hoped that Kat could feel some gathering within her. Of course, Leti was getting something of a contact high from their watcher, and she knew that if Kat knew the blonde would as well. Except Kat wouldn't be able to be sly about it. That and the poor thing really shouldn't know her first time was being watched just yet.
Leti kissed the girl again. She drew Leti's lips into several passionate entanglements, pulling and nibbling at them again, her head turning to reach new angles. Her hands kept their position, squeezing occasionally, wanting to give Kat some room and reassurance. She pulled back again, smiling. "You don't even need a cock to get off," she informed her new lover, rolling her hips again. "Girls know how to work it," Leti started moving her hips, testing with each grind. They were subtle shifts. Just a nudge, and then Leti ground. she sought out that little nub, knowing it would be tricky, possibly impossible, to get to Kat's clit through the fabric and just by grinding. Still, it couldn't hurt. "And if you need me to get a strap-on, then we'll figure that out, okay?" She gave the girl's hands another squeeze, before lowering her mouth. Her breath puffed against those breasts.
"After all," Leti said, her eyes rolling up to look at Kat's as she smiled, "we're here to enjoy ourselves," and she nipped at the fabric along Kat's chest, pulling and teasing, rolling her tongue to drag it across, adding new sensations as she ground, even if it did put her in the awkward position of contorting nearly into a "J" above the girl.
For a moment, Leti read doubt in the girl. Perhaps she'd regressed, remembered what had just happened, how she'd given way. Sometimes they did that. And it was true: Debauched were well-endowed, too well-endowed. Sometimes a girl heard those words and wondered. It didn't help that there was truth. As Leti had said, so many girls came away almost needing Debauched from then on. Sometimes it often happened with rangers, especially those of pink or black. Strange how the colors lined up like that.
Again, not the time for idyll thoughts. Instead Leti focused on grinding her hips, on leaving marks. She rose up, panting to look into Kat's eyes. Smiling, Leti gave the girl's hands another squeeze. "Debauched aren't the only way to get aroused," she informed the girl, as if reading thoughts. She rolled her hips, groaning as she felt her own arousal. Her energies were most certainly peaking, and she hoped that Kat could feel some gathering within her. Of course, Leti was getting something of a contact high from their watcher, and she knew that if Kat knew the blonde would as well. Except Kat wouldn't be able to be sly about it. That and the poor thing really shouldn't know her first time was being watched just yet.
Leti kissed the girl again. She drew Leti's lips into several passionate entanglements, pulling and nibbling at them again, her head turning to reach new angles. Her hands kept their position, squeezing occasionally, wanting to give Kat some room and reassurance. She pulled back again, smiling. "You don't even need a cock to get off," she informed her new lover, rolling her hips again. "Girls know how to work it," Leti started moving her hips, testing with each grind. They were subtle shifts. Just a nudge, and then Leti ground. she sought out that little nub, knowing it would be tricky, possibly impossible, to get to Kat's clit through the fabric and just by grinding. Still, it couldn't hurt. "And if you need me to get a strap-on, then we'll figure that out, okay?" She gave the girl's hands another squeeze, before lowering her mouth. Her breath puffed against those breasts.
"After all," Leti said, her eyes rolling up to look at Kat's as she smiled, "we're here to enjoy ourselves," and she nipped at the fabric along Kat's chest, pulling and teasing, rolling her tongue to drag it across, adding new sensations as she ground, even if it did put her in the awkward position of contorting nearly into a "J" above the girl.