One-Winged Angels 6/6
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November 10 2011, 22:09:32 UTC
“Let the stripes lead the way.” The words seemed to curve around Rose’s smirk.
Cass saw red fingers disappear between redder lips and come out slick. Rose drew a wet symbol across her stomach - the bat, what else - before that hand slipped down between Cass’ thighs. Rose groaned as she felt a subtle quiver go through one of Cass’ legs, the muscle tense and eager. Both fingers pressed where Cass’ clit was hidden beneath the suit, stroking just hard enough for her to feel.
They could have lost the outfits, stripped down to nothing and fucked next to the weight bench, but Rose knew it wouldn’t happen that way. There were too many boundaries to break and if something went wrong, it would be easier to distance themselves with masks and bright colors.
So she took every ounce of pleasure she could out of Cass’ hips rocking forward to meet the twist and press of her fingers and relished the marks her teeth left in synthetic black polymers. The softest sound, barely a whimper, was the only warning Rose had before Cass pressed her legs together and arched up, mouth open in a silent scream. She could feel the pulse in the other girl’s thighs, the best mix of blood and dopamine shocking her system for the first time.
It wouldn’t be the last, if Rose had anything to say about it.
There was a laugh, caught between surprise and joy, and Rose couldn’t be sure if it had come from her or Cass. It was unlike either of them, but it sounded like freedom. Before Rose could think what to try next, Cass had switched their positions and pinned her wrists with a steel grip. She couldn’t have escaped, even if she wanted to.
“My turn.” Cass said, her smile showing teeth for the first time that night.
“Watch one, do one, huh?” Rose growled, thrusting her hips upward. “My kind of girl.”
Cass saw red fingers disappear between redder lips and come out slick. Rose drew a wet symbol across her stomach - the bat, what else - before that hand slipped down between Cass’ thighs. Rose groaned as she felt a subtle quiver go through one of Cass’ legs, the muscle tense and eager. Both fingers pressed where Cass’ clit was hidden beneath the suit, stroking just hard enough for her to feel.
They could have lost the outfits, stripped down to nothing and fucked next to the weight bench, but Rose knew it wouldn’t happen that way. There were too many boundaries to break and if something went wrong, it would be easier to distance themselves with masks and bright colors.
So she took every ounce of pleasure she could out of Cass’ hips rocking forward to meet the twist and press of her fingers and relished the marks her teeth left in synthetic black polymers. The softest sound, barely a whimper, was the only warning Rose had before Cass pressed her legs together and arched up, mouth open in a silent scream. She could feel the pulse in the other girl’s thighs, the best mix of blood and dopamine shocking her system for the first time.
It wouldn’t be the last, if Rose had anything to say about it.
There was a laugh, caught between surprise and joy, and Rose couldn’t be sure if it had come from her or Cass. It was unlike either of them, but it sounded like freedom. Before Rose could think what to try next, Cass had switched their positions and pinned her wrists with a steel grip. She couldn’t have escaped, even if she wanted to.
“My turn.” Cass said, her smile showing teeth for the first time that night.
“Watch one, do one, huh?” Rose growled, thrusting her hips upward. “My kind of girl.”
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