Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip all the conversation and go straight for the experience?
In that case, rejoice! This hole meme was made for you!
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Your character is now in the middle of having sex! Any location, sexual position and level of undress is allowed, so knock yourself out with establishing the scene of your dreams.
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Keep going and finish the act. Then go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
[ It's almost like a dare, how the thrust of Caitlyn's tongue prompts Vi's legs to close in, tremulous and eager; like she's coaxing the redhead to wrap those powerful thighs around her head and hold her there, smothering her into the perfect taste of her cunt. The idea is intriguing, but Caitlyn scarcely needs the encouragement, not when Vi is writhing and moaning and -
And grasping her hand. Squeezing it, letting Caitlyn feel the roughness there and reminding her of just how gentle Miss Punch-Away-My-Problems can be with her, and only her. Caitlyn is suddenly more appreciative of that hand upon hers than she would be of thighs pressed to her cheeks...not that she isn't appreciative of that thought.
Caitlyn's soft fingers ghost across a stiffening nipple as she massages and caresses, but neither her tongue nor her fingers halt or slow; she's too deep now to slow down, too eager, too fucking hungry for the taste of Vi, the sight of her, the feel of her, the...the fucking everything of her. Caitlyn pulls her tongue free just long enough for it to lash across the redhead's clit before driving deep again. ]
[ No, it's obvious that Caitlyn doesn't need any encouragement to do what she's doing. She's eating Vi like she's been starving in the desert for days, and it's thrilling, driving Vi wild - not to mention stubbornly making her want to return the favor. In spades. She can't be the only one getting off, after all.
But oh, she loves everything that's happening. Loves the steady caress of Caitlyn's tongue, loves the way her fingers stroke and tease one hard nipple, loves the deliberate stroking against her clit. She groans again, hips rocking forward in a building rhythm, chasing the pressure that's building in the pit of her stomach. The muscles ripple and tremble in her abdomen, and her toes curl involuntarily as she lets out another broken, jagged expletive. ]
That's it, fuck, that's it cupcake, don't stop, I'll kick your ass if you stop -
[ It's the only thing she can think to say as she ruts forward, almost riding Caitlyn's face now. Maybe that says something about her. She doesn't really care. ]
[ Were her mouth not so relentlessly busy, Caitlyn would smirk with all the smug satisfactiong in the world; on top of everything else that's wonderful about touching Vi, tasting Vi, it's more than a little satisfying to have the toughest badass she's ever known at the mercy of her tongue. And the rush of her tongue is entirely merciless.
Caitlyn utters a throaty moan into the heat of Vi's cunt, not letting up for a moment. It's almost like a fight, with the sweat and the heat and the rapid beat of her heart that sends blood thrumming hotly through her temple. The hand upon Vi's breast falls away and as the redhead's hips lift, Caitlyn grabs a firm palmful of her ass, helping her up just enough to let her tongue rush downward in perfect rhythm with the frantic rub of her fingers. ]
[ There is a part of Vi that knows that she's going to have to turn the tables. Win back some of her street cred by showing Caitlyn that she's not just going to roll over. That she is tough, and more than capable of handling herself when she needs to. And handling Caitlyn, as well. She can totally do that.
But right now, she really doesn't care. Not when Cait's tongue is working so determinedly against her, tracing a heavenly rhythm across her lips and over her clit. It's merciless indeed, and she's not asking for mercy, not now, not when she can feel the pressure building, ready to explode her mind into jagged pieces of pleasure. She grunts at that hand on her ass and just rocks closer, almost demanding Caitlyn into the rhythm she wants by fucking against her face, until she hits the wall.
And breaks. And moans, a deep, animal, guttural thing as she clutches at Caitlyn's hair, gathering up the blue strands in a fist. And her thighs clamp down, squeezing the size of her head as she loses control of her muscles, everything locking up and demanding that she stay right there. ]
[ Caitlyn's eyes squeeze shut as she sinks fully into Vi; every second feels like a moment to relish, be it the way those powerful legs clench with such desperate lust around her face or how those rough fingers bunch into her hair with a possessive strength.
She can feel Vi's entire body tense up beneath the stroke of her fingers and lash of her tongue, and her fingers dig hard enough into the globe of Vi's ass they'd leave marks were her nails not trimmed so neat and short...as befitting an Enforcer and a Kiramman. Caitlyn's eyes open wide and roll up in hopes of locking her gaze with Vi; she wants to see her expression, wants to hear her moans, wants nothing more desperately than to feel Vi's climax wash through her. ]
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And grasping her hand. Squeezing it, letting Caitlyn feel the roughness there and reminding her of just how gentle Miss Punch-Away-My-Problems can be with her, and only her. Caitlyn is suddenly more appreciative of that hand upon hers than she would be of thighs pressed to her cheeks...not that she isn't appreciative of that thought.
Caitlyn's soft fingers ghost across a stiffening nipple as she massages and caresses, but neither her tongue nor her fingers halt or slow; she's too deep now to slow down, too eager, too fucking hungry for the taste of Vi, the sight of her, the feel of her, the...the fucking everything of her. Caitlyn pulls her tongue free just long enough for it to lash across the redhead's clit before driving deep again. ]
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But oh, she loves everything that's happening. Loves the steady caress of Caitlyn's tongue, loves the way her fingers stroke and tease one hard nipple, loves the deliberate stroking against her clit. She groans again, hips rocking forward in a building rhythm, chasing the pressure that's building in the pit of her stomach. The muscles ripple and tremble in her abdomen, and her toes curl involuntarily as she lets out another broken, jagged expletive. ]
That's it, fuck, that's it cupcake, don't stop, I'll kick your ass if you stop -
[ It's the only thing she can think to say as she ruts forward, almost riding Caitlyn's face now. Maybe that says something about her. She doesn't really care. ]
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Caitlyn utters a throaty moan into the heat of Vi's cunt, not letting up for a moment. It's almost like a fight, with the sweat and the heat and the rapid beat of her heart that sends blood thrumming hotly through her temple. The hand upon Vi's breast falls away and as the redhead's hips lift, Caitlyn grabs a firm palmful of her ass, helping her up just enough to let her tongue rush downward in perfect rhythm with the frantic rub of her fingers. ]
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But right now, she really doesn't care. Not when Cait's tongue is working so determinedly against her, tracing a heavenly rhythm across her lips and over her clit. It's merciless indeed, and she's not asking for mercy, not now, not when she can feel the pressure building, ready to explode her mind into jagged pieces of pleasure. She grunts at that hand on her ass and just rocks closer, almost demanding Caitlyn into the rhythm she wants by fucking against her face, until she hits the wall.
And breaks. And moans, a deep, animal, guttural thing as she clutches at Caitlyn's hair, gathering up the blue strands in a fist. And her thighs clamp down, squeezing the size of her head as she loses control of her muscles, everything locking up and demanding that she stay right there. ]
Yessssyesyesyes that's fucking it Cupcake...
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She can feel Vi's entire body tense up beneath the stroke of her fingers and lash of her tongue, and her fingers dig hard enough into the globe of Vi's ass they'd leave marks were her nails not trimmed so neat and short...as befitting an Enforcer and a Kiramman. Caitlyn's eyes open wide and roll up in hopes of locking her gaze with Vi; she wants to see her expression, wants to hear her moans, wants nothing more desperately than to feel Vi's climax wash through her. ]