[The request alone baits a jolt of energy through her, and in response Rahu’s own hips give a few jerky thrusts forward, seeking a friction of their own and only fueling the inferno. It only furthers the ticklish scrape of nails against the plane of her stomach, shivering ripples trailing out from the touch. No stranger to the rush of blood in her ears that accompanies a singular, targeted focus, Rahu finds it’s all too easy to lapse into fixation. Her heart is loud. Rahu thinks, for the last time, that this is much more dangerous than it first seemed.
Winding the string tie around the knuckle of her forefinger, she gives it a sharp, rough tug, unraveling the thin lifeline keeping that bikini in place. Rahu slips her knee out to let the separated halves slip down, replacing it only seconds later with the palm of her hand. Ah.]
You weren’t lying. [Her ring and index fingers V along her labia, spreading her open to reveal the slick warmth of her cunt. Stroking impatiently to try and replace the rhythm set before by frantic rutting, Rahu manages a generous smile as she gets her fingers ready.] Failing to follow through on your request would just be letting you down.
[Urgency makes her rough. She has a call to answer. The heel of her hand grinds down in circles as her middle finger presses inside. It’s a primal urge that’s asking to be satisfied, and so finally getting it rips a fulfilled groan from her throat. Selfishly, it feels better than it has any right to feel. They can stay this way, but not for very long. The rampant hunger is in her kissing, too—far from perfect and all passion and tongue trying to taste something fleeting as she steals one from Hilda’s mouth, then the hollow of her throat, her clavicle. Given her height, it’s only a matter of time before mouthing along a line of kisses will have her kneeling in the sand, her too-hungry teeth brushing above Hilda’s navel.]
Here, [she invites Hilda’s thigh, tapping her shoulder. At the same time, her middle finger crooks, ever so slightly, and draws down.] I won’t waste any time.
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Winding the string tie around the knuckle of her forefinger, she gives it a sharp, rough tug, unraveling the thin lifeline keeping that bikini in place. Rahu slips her knee out to let the separated halves slip down, replacing it only seconds later with the palm of her hand. Ah.]
You weren’t lying. [Her ring and index fingers V along her labia, spreading her open to reveal the slick warmth of her cunt. Stroking impatiently to try and replace the rhythm set before by frantic rutting, Rahu manages a generous smile as she gets her fingers ready.] Failing to follow through on your request would just be letting you down.
[Urgency makes her rough. She has a call to answer. The heel of her hand grinds down in circles as her middle finger presses inside. It’s a primal urge that’s asking to be satisfied, and so finally getting it rips a fulfilled groan from her throat. Selfishly, it feels better than it has any right to feel. They can stay this way, but not for very long. The rampant hunger is in her kissing, too—far from perfect and all passion and tongue trying to taste something fleeting as she steals one from Hilda’s mouth, then the hollow of her throat, her clavicle. Given her height, it’s only a matter of time before mouthing along a line of kisses will have her kneeling in the sand, her too-hungry teeth brushing above Hilda’s navel.]
Here, [she invites Hilda’s thigh, tapping her shoulder. At the same time, her middle finger crooks, ever so slightly, and draws down.] I won’t waste any time.