Hotaru
Milkwhite thighs clench around her, and it is the greatest pressure she could ever ask for, happy to drown and suffocate between them while the Madame whimpers and moans loud enough to be heard through the press of skin against her ears. It is worth the slight ache of a tongue unused to such delights these days, working past it eagerly in order to ensure no break is given. Only a sharp mounting of pleasure until the crest is reached. There will be time for ebbs and flows later, for prolonged teasing and edging. They need not even leave the spa, they have all they need within its walls.
There is a level of confidence that comes from fucking another woman. Knowing where to press, what levels of pressure and motions of fingers can take her partner higher faster. She can feel the flutter of muscle as Maeve’s orgasm nears, and she keeps her pace steady lest she ruin the rhythm that’s currently working. And when Maeve tips over Ru gives her own appreciative grown at the chorus of noise and sensation that crashes over her, rewarding her for her efforts. Sibilant cries and clenching legs, fluttering cunt that spills slick over fingers and lips. Hotaru rides it out for a moment before slowly withdrawing, pressing a wet kiss to Maeve’s navel as she withdraws her hand. Tilting her cheek to rest against Maeve’s hip while she catches her breath, reddened lips caught between a smirk and a soft smile. “Good?” Both checking in and asking for her own performance to be rated.
There is a level of confidence that comes from fucking another woman. Knowing where to press, what levels of pressure and motions of fingers can take her partner higher faster. She can feel the flutter of muscle as Maeve’s orgasm nears, and she keeps her pace steady lest she ruin the rhythm that’s currently working. And when Maeve tips over Ru gives her own appreciative grown at the chorus of noise and sensation that crashes over her, rewarding her for her efforts. Sibilant cries and clenching legs, fluttering cunt that spills slick over fingers and lips. Hotaru rides it out for a moment before slowly withdrawing, pressing a wet kiss to Maeve’s navel as she withdraws her hand. Tilting her cheek to rest against Maeve’s hip while she catches her breath, reddened lips caught between a smirk and a soft smile. “Good?” Both checking in and asking for her own performance to be rated.
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
