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Upon feeling his fingers curling inside her, she couldn't help but have a wider smile. It was kinda funny that he was moving as though he could somehow find it if he just searched her slick tunnel.
"You might think it's inside me, but that's where people say the "g-spot" is. Honestly, I don't know if that really exists or if it's a myth because sources are divided on that front. The sex-toy industry would like you to think that there was one, though. Helps sell more toys." Jesse rolled her eyes and let out a little chuckle. She had been planning on giving her dad the slip and buying a sex toy for herself since she just turned 18, but unfortunately that hadn't come to fruition. A decent amount of research was done on what kind of toy she should get though, and the G-spot toys were kinda suspect in her opinion.
"The clit is actually..." she smoothly pulled his hand out until only the tips of his fingers lingered upon her drenched sex, his fingers and knuckles similarly slathered in nectar. After such a rough romp, it felt nice to have his fingers to caress her so tenderly on the way out, though she knew that their destination was going to feel much nicer. Her hand guided his fingers until he had traveled up her lips to where they met at the front, spreading those two fingers and pushing them slightly down and inside so that they could feel her sensitive button in the middle of them. The attention to it made her want to grind on him, or get some kind of relief as she was very worked up by this point.
She shivered, unable to keep herself from rocking her hips forward and back for a moment, before returning her attention to him. "Oh, it's uh, right there. Between your fingers. Usually you would rub it more like you were rubbing a magic lamp, but this also feels nice. It feels even better when someone licks it, especially if you're already super horny to begin with. I... wouldn't know from personal experience though. My boyfriends weren't really into it. I guess the thought that pussies don't taste and smell like strawberries and rainbows can be a bit of a turn off sometimes." The woman shrugged nonchalantly, as though she hadn't had high expectations of her past lovers.
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Vin's comment pleased the blonde, the man smiling fondly at him and eyeing him as though saying, "oh you!" His lover was ever the sweet-talker, always having the sweetest or spiciest comebacks to things. Back in high school, his self-esteem regarding his looks had been at an all-time low because of certain events. It hadn't been easy to build it back up when he was constantly getting rejected by guys since then, but at least he was able to accept Vin's words without discounting them. In truth, he felt the same way about Vin, so he understood what the man meant when he said it.
While Vin grabbed the jar, he turned his gaze over to Quint, having felt a surge of hot anger from him. He tensed for a moment, his eyes trained on Quint's movements as he waited to see what would happen. If Quint went after Damien, he was going to have to step in and break it up as he had promised. He didn't want to smack some sense into Quint, but he would if he had to.
Fortunately he didn't have to, finally relaxing when Cora stepped. He found himself turning back to Vin with a jar of goop in his hands, having not even noticed that it had been placed there. His eyes looked at it quizzically for a moment as he found his bearings, realizing that he now had the opportunity to help Vin with his wound.
"Let me know if you need to stop or want to take a break, okay?" Sabastian said pointedly before dipping his fingers in the jar. He scooped some out, reaching up and smearing it on Vin's ear-stub as delicately as he could manage.
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While Cora had been acutely attuned to Quint's rage, Damien hadn't a clue what she had saved him from. To him, it just looked as though her brother had been about to ignore him and stomp away, or perhaps spit some vitriol in his face. Were he a bit less stoned, perhaps he would have been more observant of the signs and body language. Or perhaps he wouldn't have- it was usually a hit or miss as to whether he was able to read people's intent.
"Are you okay baby? Can you sit up for me?"
"I think Quint takes his hats very seriously. I'll have to remember to steer clear of that subject..." he mumbled to himself while staring after the angry zombie. With that, he looked back at Cora and smiled, his eyes still looking quite tired despite the previous pain of the procedure.
He strained, sitting up slowly without the use of his hands, his abs tensing where his shirt didn't obscure them. Damien wasn't one to skip ab day, so even without the use of his hands it wasn't a problem for him.
"I'm good. I think I'd like to go back to sleep though once we get back to the car... those weed gummies are no joke. I have to say though, I like how relaxed they make me feel. I haven't been this safe in... well, I can't remember." The man leaned toward her and rested his head on her shoulder, sighing. "It's like I took you in gummy form."
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Sayori waved her hand at his apology, nodding when he mentioned coming with her for protection. It made sense, especially since they really hadn't gotten as far away as they needed.
"Sounds good," she said, pointing to a bush a comfortable distance away. "I'll be over there so... shouldn't be too long." Her eyes avoided his, not wanting to make eye contact while talking about her peeing behind a bush. It was funny- she could joke about this stuff all day, but sometimes when it actually happened it was more embarrassing than anticipated.
In any case, she strode over to the bush and got behind it, taking off her pants and squatting down. Technically she could have just tried to be very careful with them around her ankles, but she didn't really want to get anything on her new pants. They were in for a long drive, and she didn't want Quint to have to deal with that all the way to wherever they were headed. From her pocket, she retrieved the test and did her business, making sure that she followed the instructions to the letter. When it was done, she put the cap back on and put her pants back on, using a cute little hand sanitizer she had swiped form the store counter at the mall before walking halfway back to where the camp was.
It took about five minutes for it to work, so she nervously started to pace back and forth. Each second felt way too long, magnified by the fact that she didn't have a watch and couldn't tell how long it had been.
"You might think it's inside me, but that's where people say the "g-spot" is. Honestly, I don't know if that really exists or if it's a myth because sources are divided on that front. The sex-toy industry would like you to think that there was one, though. Helps sell more toys." Jesse rolled her eyes and let out a little chuckle. She had been planning on giving her dad the slip and buying a sex toy for herself since she just turned 18, but unfortunately that hadn't come to fruition. A decent amount of research was done on what kind of toy she should get though, and the G-spot toys were kinda suspect in her opinion.
"The clit is actually..." she smoothly pulled his hand out until only the tips of his fingers lingered upon her drenched sex, his fingers and knuckles similarly slathered in nectar. After such a rough romp, it felt nice to have his fingers to caress her so tenderly on the way out, though she knew that their destination was going to feel much nicer. Her hand guided his fingers until he had traveled up her lips to where they met at the front, spreading those two fingers and pushing them slightly down and inside so that they could feel her sensitive button in the middle of them. The attention to it made her want to grind on him, or get some kind of relief as she was very worked up by this point.
She shivered, unable to keep herself from rocking her hips forward and back for a moment, before returning her attention to him. "Oh, it's uh, right there. Between your fingers. Usually you would rub it more like you were rubbing a magic lamp, but this also feels nice. It feels even better when someone licks it, especially if you're already super horny to begin with. I... wouldn't know from personal experience though. My boyfriends weren't really into it. I guess the thought that pussies don't taste and smell like strawberries and rainbows can be a bit of a turn off sometimes." The woman shrugged nonchalantly, as though she hadn't had high expectations of her past lovers.
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Vin's comment pleased the blonde, the man smiling fondly at him and eyeing him as though saying, "oh you!" His lover was ever the sweet-talker, always having the sweetest or spiciest comebacks to things. Back in high school, his self-esteem regarding his looks had been at an all-time low because of certain events. It hadn't been easy to build it back up when he was constantly getting rejected by guys since then, but at least he was able to accept Vin's words without discounting them. In truth, he felt the same way about Vin, so he understood what the man meant when he said it.
While Vin grabbed the jar, he turned his gaze over to Quint, having felt a surge of hot anger from him. He tensed for a moment, his eyes trained on Quint's movements as he waited to see what would happen. If Quint went after Damien, he was going to have to step in and break it up as he had promised. He didn't want to smack some sense into Quint, but he would if he had to.
Fortunately he didn't have to, finally relaxing when Cora stepped. He found himself turning back to Vin with a jar of goop in his hands, having not even noticed that it had been placed there. His eyes looked at it quizzically for a moment as he found his bearings, realizing that he now had the opportunity to help Vin with his wound.
"Let me know if you need to stop or want to take a break, okay?" Sabastian said pointedly before dipping his fingers in the jar. He scooped some out, reaching up and smearing it on Vin's ear-stub as delicately as he could manage.
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While Cora had been acutely attuned to Quint's rage, Damien hadn't a clue what she had saved him from. To him, it just looked as though her brother had been about to ignore him and stomp away, or perhaps spit some vitriol in his face. Were he a bit less stoned, perhaps he would have been more observant of the signs and body language. Or perhaps he wouldn't have- it was usually a hit or miss as to whether he was able to read people's intent.
"Are you okay baby? Can you sit up for me?"
"I think Quint takes his hats very seriously. I'll have to remember to steer clear of that subject..." he mumbled to himself while staring after the angry zombie. With that, he looked back at Cora and smiled, his eyes still looking quite tired despite the previous pain of the procedure.
He strained, sitting up slowly without the use of his hands, his abs tensing where his shirt didn't obscure them. Damien wasn't one to skip ab day, so even without the use of his hands it wasn't a problem for him.
"I'm good. I think I'd like to go back to sleep though once we get back to the car... those weed gummies are no joke. I have to say though, I like how relaxed they make me feel. I haven't been this safe in... well, I can't remember." The man leaned toward her and rested his head on her shoulder, sighing. "It's like I took you in gummy form."
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Sayori waved her hand at his apology, nodding when he mentioned coming with her for protection. It made sense, especially since they really hadn't gotten as far away as they needed.
"Sounds good," she said, pointing to a bush a comfortable distance away. "I'll be over there so... shouldn't be too long." Her eyes avoided his, not wanting to make eye contact while talking about her peeing behind a bush. It was funny- she could joke about this stuff all day, but sometimes when it actually happened it was more embarrassing than anticipated.
In any case, she strode over to the bush and got behind it, taking off her pants and squatting down. Technically she could have just tried to be very careful with them around her ankles, but she didn't really want to get anything on her new pants. They were in for a long drive, and she didn't want Quint to have to deal with that all the way to wherever they were headed. From her pocket, she retrieved the test and did her business, making sure that she followed the instructions to the letter. When it was done, she put the cap back on and put her pants back on, using a cute little hand sanitizer she had swiped form the store counter at the mall before walking halfway back to where the camp was.
It took about five minutes for it to work, so she nervously started to pace back and forth. Each second felt way too long, magnified by the fact that she didn't have a watch and couldn't tell how long it had been.