Maeve
Forcing her eyes open, Maeve looks down at her with heavy lidded eyes, the sea glass green of her irises growing darker with her arousal. The sight that greets her between her thighs will forever be burned into her brain. Hotaru with slick covering her plush lips, mismatched eyes boring into her as she lets her nails bite into the Madame's hips. Maeve whines, arching and writhing beneath the attention, desperately chasing the pleasure that her lover is lathing on her with each stroke of her tongue.
It doesn't matter that the former queen doesn't understand French. It doesn't matter one bit because Hotaru can still understand her desperate plea, pressing her tongue deeper into her quivering cunt. Maeve's thighs tighten around her head as she growls against the lips of her pussy, the vibrations only causing her to twitch and whimper further. Another plea is resting on the tip of her tongue, close to falling from her lips just as she's spread further by her fingers, pressing one slender digit into her entrance as she continues to devour her. Hotaru doesn't fumble and falter, trying and failing to find that most sensitive spot nestled inside of Maeve.
The tip of her finger presses against that spongy patch as she applies pressure to her belly, adding to the sensation that's seizing her, making her shiver and tremble. Her hips jerk off the pelt and gods she wishes she could touch her properly. That she could make her feel even as half as good as Hotaru was in this moment. Maeve cries out, fingers tightening in the blonde waves slipping between her fingers, pressing her ever closer as she nears that peak mere moments from falling apart. She ruts against her, fucking herself down onto her finger and tongue eagerly as the heat finally overwhelms her, surging through her body and resulting in a gush of slick as she cums for the woman between her thighs.
It doesn't matter that the former queen doesn't understand French. It doesn't matter one bit because Hotaru can still understand her desperate plea, pressing her tongue deeper into her quivering cunt. Maeve's thighs tighten around her head as she growls against the lips of her pussy, the vibrations only causing her to twitch and whimper further. Another plea is resting on the tip of her tongue, close to falling from her lips just as she's spread further by her fingers, pressing one slender digit into her entrance as she continues to devour her. Hotaru doesn't fumble and falter, trying and failing to find that most sensitive spot nestled inside of Maeve.
The tip of her finger presses against that spongy patch as she applies pressure to her belly, adding to the sensation that's seizing her, making her shiver and tremble. Her hips jerk off the pelt and gods she wishes she could touch her properly. That she could make her feel even as half as good as Hotaru was in this moment. Maeve cries out, fingers tightening in the blonde waves slipping between her fingers, pressing her ever closer as she nears that peak mere moments from falling apart. She ruts against her, fucking herself down onto her finger and tongue eagerly as the heat finally overwhelms her, surging through her body and resulting in a gush of slick as she cums for the woman between her thighs.
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
