No Event ☫☫☫ There's Probably an Event for This ☫☫☫ Aphro to the moon!

[strongestcoward]

It was quite the typical day in the hotel corridors. Red everywhere, tasteless pictures, people coming and going and getting caught up in one thing or another. But, in this particular corridor, it seemed the traveller was alone for once, no one around. Until

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[2long2lose]

She's about to answer, except she's not entirely sure what to say to that, and then the rapid grace of the movement startles her again. She jumps slightly, gasping as they both start touching at once. "Aaahh! O-okay," she manages, biting her lip. "That's...um. Ooohh!"

There's too much going on to characterize in one word, and none of it's particularly gentle or considerate, and yet none of it's exactly unwelcome, either. She gives up on the shirt, placing her hands lightly over the wrists of the ones kneading her breasts. She's not overly endowed, but she's not flat, each breast a comfortable handful.

She wriggles slightly at the stinging grip on her rear and whimpers. From the feel of it, her panties are flimsy things of lace and silk. Relaxing, she tilts her head to the side to give him easier access to the bare skin of her neck and shoulder as the blouse slides off her. It actually takes a moment for the oversized tongue to register, and she cranes her neck to blink down at him in mild puzzlement, then blushes and gives a small squeak as he hits a sensitive spot on her thigh, turned on despite her uncertainty.

[strongestcoward]

"Mmm," the one behind her purrs, sucking harder to pull her skin into his mouth, teeth gripping it and squeezing. The skin isn't breaking, he's too well practised in using his teeth to do that by accident, but it is a sharp pinch and it'll certainly leave a mark and a bruise when he lets go. Which won't be any time soon. His fingers opened her shirt up, hands moving closer to her skin. Despite their skinniness they're incredibly strong, and unrelenting as they squeeze and release, twist and turn.

The other laughs briefly as she squeaks, memorising that spot. Even as his fingers curl into those lacy garments, he tests to see if he'll get the same reaction from licking on the same spot on the opposite leg before pulling her panties down in a swift movement, leaving the skirt in place for now.

[2long2lose]

She gasps, "Aaah...please!" and tenses at the bite. Normally she likes biting, but his earlier comment has her nervous, and losing large chunks of flesh is not a welcome thought. But just bruising is acceptable, not that she can do much to stop him either way, and trying to struggle actually could result in torn skin. Instead, she clings to his arms for support.

What's going on below her waist, by contrast, feels awfully good. She pants a little, toes curling. She's not as wet yet as she will be, but she's definitely getting there, and once her underwear's been removed, she spreads her legs a little further apart obligingly.