[ what the fuck must they be thinking out in the hall with all this unhinged laughter blaring like klaxons from this room? poor lappland's blackened tongue triggers those shrill, abrasive giggles of w's and... they're having such a wonderful time, aren't they? let's hope no one comes in to see what all this fucking racket is about.

mostly because w really wasn't anticipating losing her tights tonight. it's her fault for figuring it wrong, but it's mostly lappland's fault that she doesn't do more to prevent it. that flash of wicked sharp claws is too enticing for her to do much more than watch in dark fascination as nylon gives way to her own pale skin, to the ruined black silk thong beneath them. that won't be putting up much of a fight, it's already practically given up and resigned itself to chokehold her ass in the events of this recent scuffle. thanks for nothing. ]

Ooh? You think this should be fair?! Who the fuck pr— [ those cloyingly-sweet taunts fade off into a shrill squeal as lappland grabs up her handful of ass, but the most humiliating part of it all is how her legs fan open wider, how she can feel wetness escaping the scant string of her thong and beading just beneath her hole. so close to where lappland is, where her mouth is. w rakes her own blunt nails through lappland's mane furiously. her chest is heaving so hard she's practically breaking her own ribs trying to catch her breath. ]

You've got five seconds to lick like you've never tasted pussy this good or I'll cut out that sick tongue of yours for insulting me.