[ does firefly know just how wonderful her little sounds are, vibrating all the way from her lips to her ears? does she know just how warm and soft and welcoming she feels, grinding against her like this? she hopes so. bit by bit, oh-so-slowly, stelle's actions grow sharper, more needy; one hand drops down, palms at her ass and uses that for leverage to grind even closer against her.
her lips drop from firefly's, little desperate kisses planted down to her chin and then her neck - and then she lingers there, kissing and licking and giving little nips without biting too hard. she wants to hear more of those cute sounds. she wants as much of firefly as she can - her sounds, her taste, the feeling of those lips against hers - to live in her memory. ]
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her lips drop from firefly's, little desperate kisses planted down to her chin and then her neck - and then she lingers there, kissing and licking and giving little nips without biting too hard. she wants to hear more of those cute sounds. she wants as much of firefly as she can - her sounds, her taste, the feeling of those lips against hers - to live in her memory. ]