Maeve
Maeve doesn't let up even for a second. Each soft sound she tugs from the former queen is enough to have the ache between her own thighs growing once more, but she ignores it for the woman beneath her. She slips a second finger into the tight heat of her cunt, curling her fingers to find that sensitive patch of skin that will likely draw her closer to the edge. Maeve trails her lips until she finds Hotaru's claiming her mouth in a heated kiss, licking past her teeth and stroking over her tongue, nipping at her bottom lip gently as she draws back to allow the woman a chance to breathe. "That's right... Just let go for me, mon chéri." She coos against her lips, nudging her nose against hers gently, a smirk curling on her own kiss swollen pout.
Drawing back just enough to look down at the woman, her head tilts to the side, loving how shy she looks right now. Maeve doesn't tend to take charge. Very rarely does she find the urge to, but there was something about giving Hotaru the time to let go that has her eager to slip into this role. Her fingers pick up their pace, giving her a little bit more to draw her towards the edge, trying her best to encourage her to shatter for her if only to put her back together again.
Drawing back just enough to look down at the woman, her head tilts to the side, loving how shy she looks right now. Maeve doesn't tend to take charge. Very rarely does she find the urge to, but there was something about giving Hotaru the time to let go that has her eager to slip into this role. Her fingers pick up their pace, giving her a little bit more to draw her towards the edge, trying her best to encourage her to shatter for her if only to put her back together again.
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
