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[ open ] nsfw prompts

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[ As she scoots lower, Meg shifts a tiny bit, spreading her legs just enough to make enough space so she's comfortable there. She inhales slowly as she feels Heather's tongue, moaning softly. ]

[ Another chuckle follows as Heather tries to remember that tried and true technique that's worked on her in the past. Her mouth forms soundless letters, a little to fast and eager - she's bound to run out of alphabet if she wants to see her satisfied. Her free hand joins her mouth and she brushes her fingertips over her folds to start. ]

[ Meg's breath comes in a hiss, her hand tightening in Heather's hair. ]

Not so fast, Barbie, [ she murmurs, though her hips are still rocking in time with whatever the girl is doing, eagerly soaking up every ounce of attention offered. ] We've got all day, remember?

[ That's when Heather's blonde head resurfaces and she smiles brilliantly up at her, resting her chin on her hip. Her fingers remain inside and she curls her finger just so in a way that she, at least, knows drives herself wild when someone else does it. ]

You wanted me to prove me worthy of your praise, didn't you?

[ That gets a quiet gasp out of her, and it'll be a moment before she responds, voice light and airy and obviously trying to cover up that little mistake as her eyes trail down to meet Heather's. ]

Well, yeah, but what's the rush? We can take our time here, you know.

All day, [ she reminds herself, taking care to slow down because she has always rushed into things headfirst, even a roll in the sheets. While not naturally obedient, she will follow her request or suggestion, lowering her head and slowly kissing the inside of her thigh. ]

There you go, [ Meg purrs, settling down in the sheets with a content sigh. That's better, Barbie, and her fingers trace little shapes over her scalp to show her appreciation. ]

Tell me what else you want, [ she murmurs against her skin, mostly to get her talking as she presses her lips against her folds again, parting them to slip her tongue in, replacing her fingers. ]

[ She hums thoughtfully, trying to gather words into a proper sentence that she might reply. Everything Heather has been doing so far has been wonderful, even if she did ask the girl to slow down a bit. ]

Touch me, [ she instructs finally, ] all over. Everywhere you can reach.

[ Meg has her own set of relationship issues, and what she wants most is to feel wanted. ]

[ It hardly takes any thought, though Heather's never been one for overthinking. She rakes her chipped black painted fingernails over her thigh, barely leaving any marks in their path. Her other hand slides over her stomach, circling her navel and blindly tracing over her ribs. God, why doesn't she hook up with girls more often? The sounds she makes are much more satisfying than those low, animalistic grunts from the boys she's been with. She moves her lips, mouthing words nonsensically, wondering if that will bring her more pleasure.

Maybe she's just as starved for attention, tired of being unappreciated. It is good to feel wanted and she knows how to let someone know that she wants them in return. ]

[ Megara lets out a soft moan, smiling up at the ceiling. Rolling her hips into the rhythm being set for her, she curls her fingers in Heather's hair, and murmurs, ] That's it, Barbie. Just like that.

[ She's got some room to be cocky here, smiling against her. Easily, Heather follows her movements, though putting enough weight on her to keep her secure so she can keep pleasuring her. Her left hand doesn't stop moving, as she asked, palming her breast before tracing her fingernails around her nipple. ]

[ Her breath comes in a series of light gasps, and Meg isn't stingy with any of the approving sounds she wants to make. For someone who had been hurt so much, Heather definitely knows how to love someone, and it's for that very reason that Meg wants her to know every time she does something right. And boy, is Heather doing that. She rakes her fingers lightly over the girl's scalp, murmuring wordless encouragements. ]

[ Heather groans against her, enjoying the way her hand feels curled in her hair. Knowing that she's satisfying someone is a wonderful sensation - of course, she would love to have that returned, but for now, her focus is put on her partner as always.

She has to part for air, gasping and giggling, nuzzling against her inner thigh. ] How you doing?

Fabulously, [ she says softly, opening her eyes to look down at the head of gold hair in her lap. ] You doing alright, Barbie? Need a break?

Just taking a deep breath.

[ Playfully, she bites her thigh, not leaving any marks. ] You can pull my hair, if you wanna. I like it.

Good, because I like doing it. [ Smiling, she rolls her hands through Heather's hair, nails lightly raking her scalp. ] You can pull on mine, too, when your turn rolls around.

Noted! [ Heather chirps as if she's not about to continue going down on her. And the thought of having the favor returned excites her, which has her more eager than before to see her pleased when she lowers her head again, running her tongue over her. ]

[ The sudden return to action sends a shudder through her small frame, and she gives a quiet, pleased gasp. ] That's good, [ Meg breathes, letting her body melt into the bed as she succumbs to Heather's attentions. ] I like that.

[ She giggles again, hoping she can feel the vibrations from her lips. This time, she uses a lot more tongue, not caring if she's a little sore by the end of it. It will be worth it. Actually, it already is. ]

[ The vibration does carry enough to get a quiet moan out of her, and her hands tighten in Heather's hair, pulling gently. Megara arches into her touch, already thinking of how she can pay the other girl back later as the feeling below her navel begins to build again. ]

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