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Sable eyes intently studied from the edge of the bed; Slender fingers delicately rubbed the hood, sheathing her throbbing clit, though the majority of her gratification came from those eyes.. So entranced by the lazy circling of her fingertips. “Spread yourself wider. I don’t have an adequate view of your pursuits.”
Toned legs parted, her groin keening to her admirer’s sights, coal eyes stoked aglow with the salacious embers of lust. Bony fingers splaying over her swollen outer lips, baring sticky, crinkled frills; A roseate cunt enticingly glossed with her own decadent amrita, clit protruding and visibly wanton.
Pleasantly fragrant pheromones wafted through the steamy atmosphere, the lioness’s flared nostrils discerning her favoured delicacy as the mouse opened herself for her own mirthful pleasure. Well defined bowed top lip twitched, restraining the so-called animal within.
Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue barely peaking out, “Go harder. I need to hear how wet you are, Vera.” Never diverting her eyes off of the prize, fascinated with the unique strategy her waifish mentee had been acquainted with whilst she herself had been preoccupied with the myriad of responsibilities that came with the governorship.
A people pleaser at heart, her forefinger and middle finger dipped lower at the Governor’s command. The stare of an audience goaded her; Cautiously, her two digits dabbled at her entrance, teasing her antsy voyeur, nearly salivating at the lewd display unfolding atop her duvet.
Clenched hungrily around her middle and ring finger as the heel of her palm offered a delicious amount of stimulation at the root of her clitoris as the debaucherous symphony of her self copulation soon accompanied by opened mouth whines. Entirely enraptured by the task at hand.
Slyly tugging off the remnants of the Governor’s armor while Vera attended to herself; Her head lulled into the pillow and mouth ajar with wordless chants of satisfaction, blissfully unaware and far too entrapped by her own self pleasure to take note of her undressing.
Slithering over sleek satin dressing the bed and inevitably over her meek protégée, the graze of skin on skin is what ripped Vera from her own fantasies, opening brilliant blues to a far more arousing reality before her; The Joan Ferguson, unclothed for her sights and absolutely delectable. She nearly moaned at the view of this glorious woman perched over her waist.
The pads of her fingers ghosted over the length of the arm fulfilling the ache between her legs, the ripple of tone forearms beneath her fingertips nearly making her sway from her strategized act, lingering on the reverie of those muscular arms working between her own thighs. “I need you.. To continue touching yourself. Is that clear?”
Disobedience frowned upon. She eagerly nodded, though only a fool would deny a demand from this woman.
Crawling towards the head of the bed, generously parted pillowy thighs straddled her head; The sweetly robust aroma of arousal emanating from swollen folds flooded her senses as Joan settled on bent knees over her head, her sex mere inches away from her face, a position Vera so desperately wished to be in for eternity.
Combing back strands caught on the sheen of perspiration adorning her forehead, gazing at the woman between her thighs with a sensuous mixture of animal hunger and absolute adoration.
Doe eyes silently pleaded for permission. Joan had molded her well. “Go on, eat. You’ve earned it.” A meager tug of brunette waves ushered each of their yearns for indulgence.
Tentatively, a broadened tongue ventured throughly through that rich arousal garnishing along the creases of her sex, with her hand still self satisfying with an absent minded approach, infatuated with the extravagance lowered to her lips.
Fully positioning herself onto that wondrous tongue, allowing Vera to feast upon that prized delicacy. Tenderly tracing the edges of velvet-like folds, a subtle keel of ample hips goaded that hedonistic gluttony bubbling within.
Impatience impelled an irritated scold. “You’re holding back, indulge properly or don’t at all.” A serpentine tongue tutted at her skittish endeavor of pleasing this daunting woman. Inclined to amenability, weaving her precisely pointed tongue through the abundant webwork of gleaming secretions lacing florid burgeoning petals.
Saccharine yet earthy ambrosia saturated starved tastebuds felt akin to reaching the pearly white gates. A hand raised to pale thighs, strong fingers desperately clawing at tender flesh in a foolish attempt to ground herself.
Sex flushed skin saturated in an intoxicating amalgamation of perspiration and the divine nectar of the only god she had ever known; Bathing in the essence of this woman a privilege in which she relished immensely. Her tongue tentatively encircled the prominent bud, so visibly aching to be touched, a squeaked gasp had insinuated that much desired approval.
The vague squelch of her own self pleasure increasingly noisier as Joan essentially began riding the dutiful mouth of her devoted deputy, with a nearly painful grip of brunette locks tangled between her fingers. Her scalp ached tremendously in her clutches, but only few have had the luxury of being in her current position, drinking from the cunt of the devil herself.
Shrouded by her personal garden of Eden, the task of getting herself off disintegrated into irrelevancy; Suffocated by picturesque pink pearlescent folds whilst the wily shudders of generous hips alluded to her grand undoing.
The final few kittenish laps of her conquests’ unwavering tongue impassioned her divine rapture; Seizing her whole being, hips ceasing and back stiffening. The opposite of her sweet Vera, so receptive and vocal, a hushed climax and statue-like orgasmic paralysis subduing her, imitating that beautifully carved marble goddess Vera would often claim she resembled.
Her firm hand steadied a rounded hip, fingertips skimming along the faint pink craters indented upon porcelain curves, scoring the unblemished complexion of her torso. Nails brandishing reddened marks alongside the existing, faded ones, evidence of this encounter marring the pale planes of her skin cursorily. Revived from the moment of pure tranquility and halcyonic haze, rigid knees crawled hindward, slumping to her designated side of the bed.
Spent and limp as Vera’s efforts in satiating her own pulsating ache grew tiresome, Joan offered assistance; Melded to the side of her writhing acolyte, snaking a hand to her thin wrist, fingers traipsed over the bulging veins and tendons, thickened with tension at the back of her palm, and overzealous lips on her own encouraging her efforts.
The frantic twitch of her bony wrist too erratic for Joan’s liking, a gentle squeeze of her tensed hand and a disapproving click of a sharp tongue. A sly smirk played upon her lips, finding great amusement in the petulant mewl escaping her pliant little deputy, never one to make a fuss. “Vera, do calm yourself. You know how unsatisfactory a haphazard, quick fuck can be, hm?” The prod degrading in nature, yet that honeyed voice could incite that erotic shiver through her lissom figure.
Her flow now languid as her pruned fingertips orbited her engorged clitoris. “There’s a good girl.”
Thick, gossamer secretions liberally painted the petite woman’s face, mingling with one another’s saliva as Joans lips seamlessly against her own, the concoction of the two nearly enough to induce that inebriated daze, a familiar buzz only provoked by that routine glass of Shiraz after her shift or the magnificent tingle procured at the hands of this diabolical woman.
Heat radiating from between Veras legs palpable to pale fingers, a throaty groan thundering from the depths of her chest, as her opposing elegant yet masterful digits executed its appreciative effleurage upon a heaving breast, fingers voraciously kneading supple flesh as the firm grind of her palm elicited that felicitous friction against a pebbled nipple, tautening immensely beneath her lewd machinations.
Curved fingers pressed to the aroused roughened patch pronounced against slick walls, triggering quaking thighs to strain and clamp around their wrists; Spine bowing off of the plump mattress and chest thrusting in favour of Joan’s fondling, cyanic eyes wide and prying for her approval. Well versed in that indicator body language of her mousy courtesan. “Let go, mi amor.”
The clamorous aggregation issued from this lithe woman never failed to impress and astound; Her hysterical respiring and titillating whimpers sang the dulcet tones of her release as muscular loins ensnared their intertwined fingers. Espresso eyes bled to black as they regarded her subordinates’ convulsing frame. No experience comparable to the witnessing of a woman succumbing to her intimate high; The spectacle akin to something holy.
Lax to luxurious sheets, the heady lingering notes of post coitus appeasement heavy in the sterile air. Tan skin donned a splotchy glow and beads of sweat gathering at her temples and between the divide of her breasts, allowing her a moment of serenity.
“Well done, Vera.” Praise stirred that prideful warmth in her lower stomach, hindering that childish giggle threatening to escape the confines of chapped lips.
Coiled around a thin wrist, digits doused with the spoils of her climax presented before the lips of the viper, her tongue gathering the residue glazing petite fingers. The observance of dilated irises feebly beheld the sinuous feat, gnawing at her bottom lip with intrigue. This lecherous tryst guaranteed to trickle into the early hours of tomorrow.