The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

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I hear her plea and it makes me want to push her forward. So I ruthlessly finger her pussy, and rub her clit, pushing her to cum, wanting to hear her beg.
 
Her toes curl with the effort of restraining herself, standing still as a statue as her pleading eyes gaze upon her Miss... which does nothing to stop Ausus from plungeing into her again and again. She archs her back as Ausus cruelly stimulates her aching clit, pushing her to be a naughty little moppet..."Yours, Miss... All... Nn! All of my orgasms are yours, and yours alone... Please..."
 
then give me what is mine, Moppet

No sooner had the words left her mouth than she had flown headlong over the edge... Her hair whipped behind her, her mouth open.... squealing like a dirty slut, just like she said she would... slender frame jerking repeatedly... pleasure crashing over her in torrents... again and again... She has no concept of time... only sensation, her sex gripping her fingers like a vice, as if she never wished to let go...

She gasps, collapsing, hand resting on the ground... staring at the bare legs of Miss Vail... small tremors of delight tickling through her.... "Mm..." Her breath is heavy and tired.... "Thank you miss... thank you so much...." She takes her hand, pressing it lovingly against her forehead...
 
She shivers at the words, soft lips trailing kisses along her knuckles... her fingers... She turns to ausus, trailing a hand along her check before placing a gentle kiss upon her collarbone, suckling briefly before releasing her.
 
She smiles weakly, still recovering from such an earthshattering release. "... a little worn out to be honest... but content, and happy..." :rose:
 
wraps her fingers tightly in My Girl's hair, holding her...then pulls the Moppet close and kisses the top of her head
 
*Smiles sweetly at the feel of her Miss's soft lips on her head, her breath now even and calm.
 
*sighs, eyes flashing as she looks up... goosebumps rising as her hand trails down the sensitive line of her back.*
 
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