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"Stop," Cumulus says and with a cut-off moan of complaint Cirrus obeys, stilling the rub of her fingers over her clit. It peeks out between her fingertips and the pretty, pearlescent nails, flushed and swollen, no doubt burning from how long Cumulus has kept the other Ghoulette teasing herself.
Cirrus' head hits the bedframe with a thump as she pants, cheeks pink and chest heaving but still trying so hard to be good for Cumulus, keeping her thighs spread and her cunt on display, shining slick in the light.
"Pretty," Cumulus murmurs and Cirrus'mouth curves into a smile.
"Prettier when I'm cumming for you," she offers, lifting her hips to better show herself off. "All over the sheets."
Cumulus hums, resting her hand on her palm and crossing her legs. If she was on the bed, it'd be over too soon, her own clit pulsing and panties soaked through and really, Cirrus has to know how much her little show is affecting Cumulus but neither of them want it to end at the moment.
"Feel good?" Cumulus asks, dragging her fingers along the inside of her own thigh, the most she's touched herself since they've started. Cirrus arches up, her free hand playing with her nipples which definitely isn't something Cumulus said she could do but. Well. She's hardly going to complain if it keeps Cirrus worked up.
"Oh, you know I am." Cirrus replies, closing her eyes, still smiling.
"Then keep going," Cumulus encourages, shifting to grind against the seam of her pants as Cirrus starts to touch herself again, slow luxurious circles around her clit. "Keep that pleasure, sweetheart. Feel good for me, we'll make it last."
Cirrus pouts but petulance never suited her and she's wearing her sharp little grin soon enough as she dips two of her fingers inside herself.
"Be mean to me," she sighs. "I like it when you're cruel."
"You don't want me to be mean to you yet," Cumulus replies softly, dangerously. "Let me be kind to you until you're shaking. Then, sweetheart...Then I'll be mean to you."
Cirrus arches her back at the tone of Cumulus' voice, rubbing herself faster, firmer, bottom lip dimpled between her teeth.
"Stop," Cumulus says, finally sliding her own hand under her waistband and getting her fingers drenched in the wetness that's gathered there. On the bed, Cirrus rolls her hips, humping the air with her hands twisted in the sheets to keep from touching herself.
Cirrus is pretty when she cums but she's even prettier when she's begging and desperate. It takes a long time to break her down, but Cumulus is extraordinarily patient.
And the night is still so young, after all.