(that pulse quickening, it's enough to stir that beast within her further. hungry lips and even hungrier eyes, she's not minding this pace. the pace set about to ease her lover into it. slow, steady, something more as neither side knows about the way the world is pairing them together. that some higher power finally noticed them, saw their suffering and thought to take pity upon them. pity that both girls might make a face at knowing what they've been through alone. they didn't need to think about it much, they shouldn't. her hand is particularly attentive with her lips. the devotion shown is something she had never given another.
a lick of her nipple, her lips suckling around it to the sounds her lover makes between the fondling, the way she seems to let go. yes, she likes to watch the way her expression twists. the pleasure, the desire, and that rosy hue with each groan. she finds it difficult to think about anything more than how much she wants to keep seeing it. the temptation of biting mating bites to her neck and marking her in a more permanent devotion is there. the animalistic part of her instincts, the baser ones of cellinia, finds that idea to be too tempting. how much it desires it, the teeth in a lover's neck as she touches her so thoroughly.
they needn't worry, they needn't think themselves any less as people when cellinia moans for her. sharply at the sensation of her fingers rubbing into her panties along that drenched spot. not even going further down, just rubbing and coaxing. as if to ask her to come closer. wanting her, possibly, to come nearer when her free hand reaches to toss her shorts to the floor boards on the driver's side seat. she thought about it, she is thinking about it. perhaps it's better if she did in those breathy sounds cellinia makes of her own, a shift happens. her body comes closer, a seat in her lap when she pauses her attention briefly. wordlessly, she does this to melt away what space remains.
to properly press her body to hers (as best she may) in this position where she starts to go lower. a little sensual show for her to watch while both hands take hold of her breasts again. eyes locked on hers as her tongue licks down slowly, she's not rushing it, perhaps. but is it so wrong to show cellinia's devotion to her? in the lick of that wolfish tongue, her lips kissing along to her stomach. her kiss bruised lips which are relentless in peppering mai's skin so thoroughly.
cellinia doesn't overwhelm her, but she does pause now and then to leave more love bites, more bruises along her ribs. it's something that she's transfixed by in her descent down. the sight of bruises left by her blooming for this pretty goddess that has never felt so wanted.
so seen and heard while she hums to herself in pleasure, the wild look never once leaving and knowing she'd take that gun to stop her as she pleases for her turn. that is only if mai desired it. cellinia even reaches to remove those black panties on her own for her, a wet line trailing from it thanks to how soaked she is. being touched didn't help her either, but she didn't mind her lover's touch.)
You taste so good....addicting.
(she murmurs it against her stomach, her knees just about on the floor from how much lower she's getting. something that she wanted to say, too. in that hungry tone to her voice for her darling lover, her goddess that cellinia worships in lips and touch. she hadn't gotten to the main course yet, but she can say it. she is addicting, in taste and more. her wolf wants feels it, the baser part of her instincts once more wanting to mark this girl as hers deeply. to decorate her in mating bites while the world never knew what they were doing.
or that they even went so far as to step past client and courier. that was something cellinia thinks doesn't matter, too.)
Ti desidero così tanto, bella signora, guarda cosa mi fai....
(she slips again, her other language despite mai having no idea what the words mean. words which speak more in her eyes that desire. she wants her badly, that is enough to convey it in how cellinia stares at her. how she touches a girl like she's something that should be worshiped. someone too deserving of it in her own sins in life. someone cellinia doubts she'd stop thinking about as she realized earlier. what a beast she is to let go of herself so soon, so much so that cellinia finds it impossible to care about.
she wants to cover her in her scent, everything so that she knows that she'd not be that far away were mai to desire that, too. no matter that, she ignores the baser instincts to pause. she's waiting. waiting for permission, her hands on her thighs and rubbing into them regardless of their roughness. considerate, after earlier whenever she had rushed a little too fast into her lover's cheeky smile.
won't you let her have it again, pretty lady? she only wishes to treat you better than you ever have had.)
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Date: 2025-03-01 08:36 am (UTC)a lick of her nipple, her lips suckling around it to the sounds her lover makes between the fondling, the way she seems to let go. yes, she likes to watch the way her expression twists. the pleasure, the desire, and that rosy hue with each groan. she finds it difficult to think about anything more than how much she wants to keep seeing it. the temptation of biting mating bites to her neck and marking her in a more permanent devotion is there. the animalistic part of her instincts, the baser ones of cellinia, finds that idea to be too tempting. how much it desires it, the teeth in a lover's neck as she touches her so thoroughly.
they needn't worry, they needn't think themselves any less as people when cellinia moans for her. sharply at the sensation of her fingers rubbing into her panties along that drenched spot. not even going further down, just rubbing and coaxing. as if to ask her to come closer. wanting her, possibly, to come nearer when her free hand reaches to toss her shorts to the floor boards on the driver's side seat. she thought about it, she is thinking about it. perhaps it's better if she did in those breathy sounds cellinia makes of her own, a shift happens. her body comes closer, a seat in her lap when she pauses her attention briefly. wordlessly, she does this to melt away what space remains.
to properly press her body to hers (as best she may) in this position where she starts to go lower. a little sensual show for her to watch while both hands take hold of her breasts again. eyes locked on hers as her tongue licks down slowly, she's not rushing it, perhaps. but is it so wrong to show cellinia's devotion to her? in the lick of that wolfish tongue, her lips kissing along to her stomach. her kiss bruised lips which are relentless in peppering mai's skin so thoroughly.
cellinia doesn't overwhelm her, but she does pause now and then to leave more love bites, more bruises along her ribs. it's something that she's transfixed by in her descent down. the sight of bruises left by her blooming for this pretty goddess that has never felt so wanted.
so seen and heard while she hums to herself in pleasure, the wild look never once leaving and knowing she'd take that gun to stop her as she pleases for her turn. that is only if mai desired it. cellinia even reaches to remove those black panties on her own for her, a wet line trailing from it thanks to how soaked she is. being touched didn't help her either, but she didn't mind her lover's touch.)
You taste so good....addicting.
(she murmurs it against her stomach, her knees just about on the floor from how much lower she's getting. something that she wanted to say, too. in that hungry tone to her voice for her darling lover, her goddess that cellinia worships in lips and touch. she hadn't gotten to the main course yet, but she can say it. she is addicting, in taste and more. her wolf wants feels it, the baser part of her instincts once more wanting to mark this girl as hers deeply. to decorate her in mating bites while the world never knew what they were doing.
or that they even went so far as to step past client and courier. that was something cellinia thinks doesn't matter, too.)
Ti desidero così tanto, bella signora, guarda cosa mi fai....
(she slips again, her other language despite mai having no idea what the words mean. words which speak more in her eyes that desire. she wants her badly, that is enough to convey it in how cellinia stares at her. how she touches a girl like she's something that should be worshiped. someone too deserving of it in her own sins in life. someone cellinia doubts she'd stop thinking about as she realized earlier. what a beast she is to let go of herself so soon, so much so that cellinia finds it impossible to care about.
she wants to cover her in her scent, everything so that she knows that she'd not be that far away were mai to desire that, too. no matter that, she ignores the baser instincts to pause. she's waiting. waiting for permission, her hands on her thighs and rubbing into them regardless of their roughness. considerate, after earlier whenever she had rushed a little too fast into her lover's cheeky smile.
won't you let her have it again, pretty lady? she only wishes to treat you better than you ever have had.)
Shall we move, then?
(so she can have her fully?)