FILLED! Danneel/girl!JensendugindeepApril 23 2011, 20:04:48 UTC
Danneel’s hair is so soft, falling between Jen’s fingers. She loves watching Danneel twine her fingers through it, loves seeing the sheen of it in the sunlight, loves the way it falls in waves over her shoulder.
Jen’s more mesmerized by combing her fingers through it than the flush running up Danneel’s chest or how her breasts heave with every shallow breath. They’re sitting in front of each other, cross-legged on the bed in just their underwear. The sun slants in through the shades and gets in Jen’s eyes, so she keeps her sights to her hands working Danneel’s hair.
“You’re beautiful,” Jen murmurs, eyes locked into the auburn strands slipping over the back of her hand.
“I’m over here,” Danneel replies with a tiny smile.
When Jen looks up to her, Danneel’s got her bottom lip tucked inside her mouth. And Christ, she’s more than beautiful. Webster doesn’t have words for the way Danneel’s eyes shine and her lips curl as she smiles. There are no ways to describe the want swirling in Jen’s stomach when Danneel looks at her like she’s thinking the same things.
Danneel runs a soft finger down Jen’s jaw to her chin then back up and behind her ear. Jen blushes, hitches her shoulder up with the shiver, and starts twisting Danneel’s hair into a fishtail. Jen loves these soft moments, silent and sweet, where she can focus on just one of Danneel’s features so she’s not too overcome with lust.
Jen finishes off the twist and tugs the hair band off her wrist to tie it. Danneel hums and Jen looks up carefully, smiles a little. “Keeps it out of the way now.”
The way Danneel smirks, Jen knows they’re both aware she’s lying, but it’s a good enough reason for now, because Jen tucks the braid over Danneel’s shoulder and kisses the line where it’d laid. From the joint of Danneel’s neck and shoulder down her collarbone and to the swell of her breasts. Jen leaves little sucking marks, tiny blooms of reddened skin trailing to her nipple, and Jen licks over the bud. She smiles with Danneel’s sharp breath and Danneel’s fingers slipping into Jen’s hair, threading gently like Jen had done just minutes ago.
Jen tilts her head and closes her lips around Danneel’s nipple, tongue laving around the puckered skin. She takes her time here as her hand slowly creeps down to Danneel’s thigh. Danneel’s fingers tighten in Jen’s hair and holds her against her chest, murmuring her name. Jen takes the green light and tucks her hand against Danneel’s pussy. Her underwear’s warm and damp, and Danneel shifts into the touch, so Jen presses over it more.
Danneel makes a low noise in her throat that could be Jen’s name, or some other plea to keep going, so Jen does. Sliding her fingers up and down the fabric, feeling more wetness seep through, and Jen moans at it, sucks harder at Danneel’s breast.
It doesn’t go further. Doesn’t have to. Jen keeps rubbing over Danneel’s covered pussy and licks over her nipple. She gets her off just like that. Jen’s sure she’s gasping just as hard Danneel is, so turned on by the dazed look in Danneel’s eyes and satisfied turn of her lips.
Danneel slips her hand into Jen’s hair and tugs, pulling her in and kissing her lazily. “You gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” she mumbles against Jen’s lips.
Jen’s more mesmerized by combing her fingers through it than the flush running up Danneel’s chest or how her breasts heave with every shallow breath. They’re sitting in front of each other, cross-legged on the bed in just their underwear. The sun slants in through the shades and gets in Jen’s eyes, so she keeps her sights to her hands working Danneel’s hair.
“You’re beautiful,” Jen murmurs, eyes locked into the auburn strands slipping over the back of her hand.
“I’m over here,” Danneel replies with a tiny smile.
When Jen looks up to her, Danneel’s got her bottom lip tucked inside her mouth. And Christ, she’s more than beautiful. Webster doesn’t have words for the way Danneel’s eyes shine and her lips curl as she smiles. There are no ways to describe the want swirling in Jen’s stomach when Danneel looks at her like she’s thinking the same things.
Danneel runs a soft finger down Jen’s jaw to her chin then back up and behind her ear. Jen blushes, hitches her shoulder up with the shiver, and starts twisting Danneel’s hair into a fishtail. Jen loves these soft moments, silent and sweet, where she can focus on just one of Danneel’s features so she’s not too overcome with lust.
Jen finishes off the twist and tugs the hair band off her wrist to tie it. Danneel hums and Jen looks up carefully, smiles a little. “Keeps it out of the way now.”
The way Danneel smirks, Jen knows they’re both aware she’s lying, but it’s a good enough reason for now, because Jen tucks the braid over Danneel’s shoulder and kisses the line where it’d laid. From the joint of Danneel’s neck and shoulder down her collarbone and to the swell of her breasts. Jen leaves little sucking marks, tiny blooms of reddened skin trailing to her nipple, and Jen licks over the bud. She smiles with Danneel’s sharp breath and Danneel’s fingers slipping into Jen’s hair, threading gently like Jen had done just minutes ago.
Jen tilts her head and closes her lips around Danneel’s nipple, tongue laving around the puckered skin. She takes her time here as her hand slowly creeps down to Danneel’s thigh. Danneel’s fingers tighten in Jen’s hair and holds her against her chest, murmuring her name. Jen takes the green light and tucks her hand against Danneel’s pussy. Her underwear’s warm and damp, and Danneel shifts into the touch, so Jen presses over it more.
Danneel makes a low noise in her throat that could be Jen’s name, or some other plea to keep going, so Jen does. Sliding her fingers up and down the fabric, feeling more wetness seep through, and Jen moans at it, sucks harder at Danneel’s breast.
It doesn’t go further. Doesn’t have to. Jen keeps rubbing over Danneel’s covered pussy and licks over her nipple. She gets her off just like that. Jen’s sure she’s gasping just as hard Danneel is, so turned on by the dazed look in Danneel’s eyes and satisfied turn of her lips.
Danneel slips her hand into Jen’s hair and tugs, pulling her in and kissing her lazily. “You gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” she mumbles against Jen’s lips.
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I CANNOT NOT EVEN COMPREHEND. SERIOUSLY. <33333333
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