Fill pt 2: Jack/Miranda preg!kink
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February 17 2014, 11:34:33 UTC
Miranda wasn't always so easy, but Jack was the epitome of everything her father hated - even down to being female - and she couldn't deny that fooling around with the tattooed woman knowing her father was just downstairs was increasing her arousal exponentially.
"Fuck you're wet." Jack observed. "You've soaked through your panties. Or aren't you wearing any?" She rubbed slightly with her whole hand, keeping an expert eye on Miranda to judge how close the brunette was getting.
Finally she moved around in front of her hostess, judging that with her lower half still covered and both of their hands in the way, her lay for the night wouldn't yet have any qualms about the new position.
She started teasing the Australian's breasts with her mouth, licking and sucking everywhere but her nipples. Miranda's hips and hand were working hard, but between the cloth still covering her and Jack's own hand barely moving she was working herself higher without getting any closer to satisfaction. Between the groaning and the humping and the tantalising smell, Jack could feel her cock practically straining against her pants. It took all the self-control she could muster not to throw caution to the wind and just stick it in the girl and to hell with the socialite's biotics. But if there was one payoff that guaranteed the ex-con's self control it was having enough time to thoroughly ram and fill quality pussy. Screaming and biotic battle would force her to rush things.
Finally taking one of Miranda's nipples in her mouth she sucked hard and moved the hand that had been shielding her prize inside the other woman's pants. As suspected there was no underwear and the catsuit was a complete mess.
Miranda was almost beyond thinking. While she hadn't intended to go this far, all she could focus on the sensation of her pleasure becoming more intense at the direct stimulation. Her pants were still on so she gave up on worrying and focussed on the incredible feelings Jack was causing.
The only downside to sucking gorgeous tits, Jack mused, was that it stopped her from talking dirty. She knew the other woman was at the point of agreeing to practically anything to get off, and would have loved to force the princess to admit what a slut she was being, to beg for Jack's fingers. But she had a plan.
After a few solid circles over the girl's clit she stopped and cupped her hand to prevent the brunette getting herself off.
"Jack...ungh, what the fuck?" The Rich Bitch was trying to sound angry, but was practically sobbing with frustration. Jack loved it.
"My mouth." Jack started pulling the rest of the catsuit down. "I want to finish you off with my mouth." And apart from being desperate to get off, she knew getting head would make her hostess feel like she was still in control.
The combination of losing the glorious pressure on her clit, followed so quickly by the thought of Jack's mouth replacing it almost sent the Australian over the edge.
"Fuck...fine, just your mouth though." Miranda dropped onto the edge of her bed and started blindly pushing her catsuit off with both hands, trying to hook her legs over the ex-con's shoulders as soon as there was space. Jack was having none of it - she didn't want any distractions or restrictions when the time finally came to take her prize. They finally got the tight suit all the way off and Jack started sucking the woman's clit in the hopes of making her cum hard and fast. The brunette's thighs clamped either side of her head as she arched off the bed and gushed, and Jack groaned at just how easy the Cheerleader was making it.
"Fuck you're wet." Jack observed. "You've soaked through your panties. Or aren't you wearing any?" She rubbed slightly with her whole hand, keeping an expert eye on Miranda to judge how close the brunette was getting.
Finally she moved around in front of her hostess, judging that with her lower half still covered and both of their hands in the way, her lay for the night wouldn't yet have any qualms about the new position.
She started teasing the Australian's breasts with her mouth, licking and sucking everywhere but her nipples. Miranda's hips and hand were working hard, but between the cloth still covering her and Jack's own hand barely moving she was working herself higher without getting any closer to satisfaction. Between the groaning and the humping and the tantalising smell, Jack could feel her cock practically straining against her pants. It took all the self-control she could muster not to throw caution to the wind and just stick it in the girl and to hell with the socialite's biotics. But if there was one payoff that guaranteed the ex-con's self control it was having enough time to thoroughly ram and fill quality pussy. Screaming and biotic battle would force her to rush things.
Finally taking one of Miranda's nipples in her mouth she sucked hard and moved the hand that had been shielding her prize inside the other woman's pants. As suspected there was no underwear and the catsuit was a complete mess.
Miranda was almost beyond thinking. While she hadn't intended to go this far, all she could focus on the sensation of her pleasure becoming more intense at the direct stimulation. Her pants were still on so she gave up on worrying and focussed on the incredible feelings Jack was causing.
The only downside to sucking gorgeous tits, Jack mused, was that it stopped her from talking dirty. She knew the other woman was at the point of agreeing to practically anything to get off, and would have loved to force the princess to admit what a slut she was being, to beg for Jack's fingers. But she had a plan.
After a few solid circles over the girl's clit she stopped and cupped her hand to prevent the brunette getting herself off.
"Jack...ungh, what the fuck?" The Rich Bitch was trying to sound angry, but was practically sobbing with frustration. Jack loved it.
"My mouth." Jack started pulling the rest of the catsuit down. "I want to finish you off with my mouth." And apart from being desperate to get off, she knew getting head would make her hostess feel like she was still in control.
The combination of losing the glorious pressure on her clit, followed so quickly by the thought of Jack's mouth replacing it almost sent the Australian over the edge.
"Fuck...fine, just your mouth though." Miranda dropped onto the edge of her bed and started blindly pushing her catsuit off with both hands, trying to hook her legs over the ex-con's shoulders as soon as there was space. Jack was having none of it - she didn't want any distractions or restrictions when the time finally came to take her prize. They finally got the tight suit all the way off and Jack started sucking the woman's clit in the hopes of making her cum hard and fast. The brunette's thighs clamped either side of her head as she arched off the bed and gushed, and Jack groaned at just how easy the Cheerleader was making it.
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