Drabble-ganza 3 - #16 Faith/Tara
This one's from August. What can I say, they're pretty girls. Not a drabble.
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“Mmm, that’s it. That’s my girl,” Tara breathed, breasts heaving up against the solidity that was all Faith and all muscle.
Arms legs, bodies, Faith was spread out over Tara’s warm curves, holding her down, fingers curling around wrists, and undulating her hips against Tara’s. “Yes, baby, please,” Tara moaned, the cat-like grin from Faith only spurring her on as she squirmed beneath Faith.
“That what you want? I’ve got you, T.” Faith’s mouth covered Tara’s - red, slippery, and bright, like Faith’s thong that had been tossed on the lampshade.
“Don’t stop, Faith, love you,” Tara murmured, softly, breathless, teeth scraping against Faith’s shoulder since she couldn’t do anything else.
“Know you do. Got you, lover,” it was a rare display of affection that had Faith’s lips brushing Tara’s forehead. “Come for me, and I’ll let you do it again,” she whispered thickly in the heady air.
The next prompt is Promise
A/N: Nope, not for sale.
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“Mmm, that’s it. That’s my girl,” Tara breathed, breasts heaving up against the solidity that was all Faith and all muscle.
Arms legs, bodies, Faith was spread out over Tara’s warm curves, holding her down, fingers curling around wrists, and undulating her hips against Tara’s. “Yes, baby, please,” Tara moaned, the cat-like grin from Faith only spurring her on as she squirmed beneath Faith.
“That what you want? I’ve got you, T.” Faith’s mouth covered Tara’s - red, slippery, and bright, like Faith’s thong that had been tossed on the lampshade.
“Don’t stop, Faith, love you,” Tara murmured, softly, breathless, teeth scraping against Faith’s shoulder since she couldn’t do anything else.
“Know you do. Got you, lover,” it was a rare display of affection that had Faith’s lips brushing Tara’s forehead. “Come for me, and I’ll let you do it again,” she whispered thickly in the heady air.
The next prompt is Promise
A/N: Nope, not for sale.