Hg oral ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Stop /teasing/…” Hue whines, all quiet and winded as Gail presses another soft kiss to the apex of Hue’s inner thigh.  Gail can’t help but smile as she leads that kiss into another, with more bite to it.

“I’m not teasing,” she whispers, watches Hue’s skin turn to goosebumps in the low lamplight.  “I’m enjoying myself.  There’s a difference.”

Hue squirms like an impatient child, a hoof coming to rest uncomfortably on Gail’s lower back.  “Not from where I’m looking.” She’s not got quite as much fight in her tone as Gail would expect were she really upset.  They both know she likes the attention, albeit not exactly where she thinks she wants it.

Truthfully, though, Gail really could stay between a woman’s thighs all day.  The plush little curve of fat right where hips meet thigh makes her mouth water with how badly she wants to bite and kiss there, tenfold when it’s attached to somebody she actually gives a fuck about.  She passes over the flushed-pink flesh of Hue’s cunt to her other thigh, drawing it close with an arm bracketing her hips and sucking a slow bruise there.

Hue keens above her, clearly past the point of complaining.  Gail can smell her every time one of them moves;  the heady scent of thick fluid leaking from her entrance down onto the bedsheets has them both anxious for it after so much waiting, and Gail has never been one to waste a good meal.

She barely gets to enjoy the first sweet taste of her for how Hue shudders from her core outwards, long legs trying to kick her away and draw her deeper at the same time.  Gail growls deep in her throat and braces a forearm over Hue’s hipbones, and even though she probably /could/ buck her off, it makes Gail hot in her belly to realise Hue doesn’t even try.

With her woman subdued save for breathy moans, Gail doubles her efforts, tongue parting Hue’s folds until she reaches the saltier, thick come inside her entrance.  Tieflings run hot all the way through;  it slides easy down her throat like molten honey.

When she replaces her tongue with three fingers, Hue jumps again, nerves electric from all their preamble.  Gail sets her teeth against her hardened clit in warning, and Hue eases her hips back down with a whimper.  /Good girl/, Gail thinks, and from how Hue looks at her, she reckons she gets the message.

Hue is always /wet/, which is extremely fucking hot to begin with, but Gail takes extra joy in relentlessly curling her fingers inside Hue’s tight little cunt until she squirts from the force of it, sobbing against her own palm as she wets Gail’s chin and hand and bed.  Gail is becoming more aware of the blood throbbing between her own legs with every gorgeous reaction from her lover, but there’s something to be said for a bit of anticipation, not that she expects Hue to understand it at her age.

She sucks hard on Hue’s clit, and then again, fingers pumping against the front wall of her pussy until she trembles in Gail’s mouth and comes with a near-silent scream, back arched in a beautiful curve.

Gail licks a few broad, gentle strokes around Hue’s labia until she’s pushed away by a shaky hoof on her shoulder.  When her eyes refocus, she watches Hue’s cunt twitching as she eases her fingers out, her folds all puffy and deep red-purple like ripe fruit.

“Lemme get you back.”  Hue mumbles, easing herself up on her forearms to peer down at Gail with hazy eyes.

The offer is tempting;  Hue would look so so pretty all dishevelled between Gail’s legs, big doe eyes and messy hair and perfect, plush lips just made for the task.  Behind the taste of Hue’s body, though, Gail’s mouth still waters at the thought of doing her again.  If she’d taste different after having two, three orgasms coaxed from her.

“That sounds great, princess.” Gail splays her palm across Hue’s stomach, pressing gently until she’s back to lying prone.  “But I didn’t say I was done.”