Tempest Serenity Ainsley-Tennyson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _tempest) wrote, |
Tempest completely missed his remark about how he wouldn't hurt her because she was far too involved in the warm, soft, wet body of Zowie beneath her to even really register what he'd said, but when Zowie mentioned fucking Max with a strap-on, she definitely heard that. She gave her a shocked look before she remarked with a shake of her head, "You are a dirty little girl." And to punish her for that, she slid a hand down between her thighs and gave her a firm smack against her wet pussy.
Tempest' hand remained between Zowie's thighs as Max crawled toward them, lightly teasing the slick folds with soft caresses of her fingertips. Her free hand, which had been busying itself with stroking against Zowie's skin, reached out to grab Max by the dick once he was close enough. Jesus christ, it was BIG. Her fingers couldn't even wrap all the way around it. But she lightly stroked up and down his length with her hand regardless as she replied, "This is the weapon I speak of." She quirked a brow slightly as she added, "You didn't honestly think we wouldn't notice it, did you?" Tempest had to bite her lip to keep from giggling.
But she continued to stroke Max's dick as her attention moved back to Zowie, a single digit pushing inside of her wetness as she asked, "And how do you think we should punish him?" She nipped softly at Zowie's lips, that finger, wet with Zowie's slickness moving up to seek out her clit, working skillfully against it to make Zowie tremble. She shifted her hips, pressing her own core of heat against Zowie's thigh and rocking against her. "Should we make him watch first before we have our wicked way with him?" She did giggle a little then, the sound warm, vibrating against Zowie's neck.
"You call the shots, my lady," Tempest spoke before trailing her tongue along Zowie's neck. "I am but your humble servant." And even drunk, she knew that she didn't want to cross over any bounds that there might be as far as what Zowie was willing to allow to take place here and now. She knew how jealous the other girl could be. And since they both belonged to her, she should be the one to determine how much they were allowed to indulge in one another, right?