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Hotaru

Maeve's roaming hands are a distraction, but even the slow slide of fingertips across her shoulders and neck won't dissuade Hotaru from her goal. Maeve is not the only one who has been waiting after all, and her demure begging is all that the woman had wanted. Well, that and the delightfully erotic picture Maeve paints as she writhes and arches towards Hotaru. It brings a smirk to her lips, which shine with glossed saliva in the flickering light. "As you wish," she repeats back the words Maeve had used moments ago, and licks a bold, lingering swipe from the very bottom of Maeve's cunt to to precipice of her clit using only the flat of her tongue.

She lingers there, flicking the tip against the rosy bud and closing her lips around it to suckle loosely, hands eagerly wrapping underneath Maeve's thighs so she can feel each jolt and tremor through her own skin. Moaning softly, she lets the vibrations trickle through her lips down against Maeve's clit, simultaneously raking her blunt nails across the protrusions of the Madame's hipbones in a sharp contrast of sensation. Hotaru doesn't linger there long, dipping lower to plunge her tongue in sharp, shallow thrusts into the hot slick depths of Maeve's cunt, moan only increasing with the taste of another woman's pleasure that she has not experienced in far too long.

soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire