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Tempest Serenity Ainsley-Tennyson (_tempest) wrote,

"We are far too observant for that," Tempest remarked with a smirk. Okay, so maybe she was getting into the little game a bit more than Zowie was. But it was rare that she ever got to play these sorts of games and, she had to admit, it was kind of fun. She'd have to do something like this more often.

But what Tempest wasn't expecting was for Max to touch her, at least not there. Her body tensed a little, at first, and then she exhaled a breath in a soft shudder, eyes closing momentarily. She licked her lips when his fingers withdrew, a bit of a smirk forming upon them as she watched him taste her on his fingertips. "I think we have a bit of a rebellious one on our hands. Likes to take without being invited." She clicked her tongue. "Tsk, tsk." Not that she was really complaining, as was evident by the reaction to his hand between her thighs yet again, her hips rocking back against his touch, her body trembling.

Smirking, Tempest asked, "Do you really think he deserves your lovely mouth upon his cock?" A tease, of course. And then she nipped at Zowie's lovely lips and replied, "I definitely want to fuck you." She flicked her tongue against her lips and concluded, "With my tongue." And with that, she began to work her way down Zowie's body, nipping and licking at her throat, her collarbone, her breasts.

It was midway that she abandoned Max's cock, leaving that to Zowie to take care of, and squirmed out of reach of his hand. She kissed down the other girl's stomach, her own body sliding down the bed so as to push Zowie's knees up and apart, pressing a series of soft kisses against the smooth skin of her thighs before pulling back to gather up her dark hair and pull it back behind her shoulders and out of the way, twisting the wet strands up together so as to keep them out of the way.

With a glance to Zowie and a smirk to Max, Tempest began by first sliding an arm beneath Zowie's ass to arch her hips off the bed a bit, giving her better access to that lovely cunt and, as a bonus, Max a better view of everything she was about to do to her. She then began her mouth's ministrations to Zowie's pussy by fluttering a series of soft kisses along Zowie's moist outer lips. She then slid two fingers, slick from having been inside of Zowie once already, between her lovely folds, spreading them apart so as to part the outer lips of her pussy and reveal the lovely pink layers inside. Tempest groaned, her own thighs rubbing together with want that only ever seemed to come in such intensity when with Zowie like this.

Swallowing down an excess of saliva, Tempest started at the bottom, near Zowie's entrance, and began to lightly tease her with her tongue which danced along the entirety of Zowie's cunt. Eventually she found her clit, her tongue flicking against it a few times to make the girl whimper, to give her body a chance to adjust to her tongue's attentions before her focus shifted there entirely, drawing random patterns against the engorged nub with the tip of her tongue, pausing only to seize it with the fullness of her mouth, moaning and humming against her.