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Fucking finally, a tiny bit of relief… “Well? Say something. Being super generous with my terms, here,” Kelly remarked with an air of indifference. “Not askin’ for you to go all lesbian love-slave on me, I just want you to try things out a little, see if you might like it. And if you can’t do it after all, hey, no hard feelings. “We’ll just forget the deal, then, and I’ll keep fingering myself like this here ’till Brian gets out of that shower. Maybe he’ll find it in himself to… assist me instead. It’d be a shame if you got left outta the loop while me and Brian go at it like animals in heat, but you can always just watch like you did last night—might be all kinds of educational.” “You’re doing that evil thing you do again,” Stephanie mumbled nervously. “It’s… well, j-just start doing what you’re going to do.” That evil thing I do, huh? I like that, Kelly thought. She was starting to see this cute little geek as more than just someone she loved toying with, to see her as an actual friend. Well, don’t blame me if you choke up and get sidelined when I pull this guy right out from under you. Kelly exhaled sharply as she began, diddling her fingertips playfully across her slippery lips. It felt fantastic, and she hadn’t even slid inside for real yet. She tickled at her entrance much in the way she’d play a random, meaningless ditty across the keys of the band’s keyboard back in the day—just to hear the noise it made. She was certainly making some noise now, even if only to tease Stephanie, a series of clearly audible sounds that testified to just how sopping wet she was down there. “Whoa, god,” Kelly breathed, raising her hand in disbelief for long enough to catch a glimpse of sticky strands clinging to her fingers. When have I ever been this wet before? Red began to filter into the dark sky inside her mind. She jammed her hand back down, pushing her middle and ring finger inside herself all the way to the knuckle. Her mouth fell open, her eyes went vacant, and her head swayed as though caught in a breeze. “Hh—whoaah, fuck. ” Why does this feel so good, though? Is this what it’s like when you let yourself get good and frustrated first? Kelly wondered as she started frigging herself into a daze. Is this one o’ those ‘hunger is the best spice’ things I never bought into, ‘cause I’ve never had enough patience? Because fuck-k-k! Red light slowly filled the horizon within her head like the inevitable approach of a sunrise, indian and she squirmed beneath her own hammering hand, two fingers squelching in and out of her as fast as she could manage. She started jerking her hips into the motion as well, trembling with need. “C’mon, Steph,” Kelly called in a harsh whisper, glaring towards Stephanie. “Y-you said that when you get close, then I—” Stephanie stammered out as quietly as she could, frozen in place at the sight of Kelly’s furious masturbation and blushing furiously. “ Fuck what I said, touch me, ” Kelly demanded, pausing to take an unsteady breath, biting down on her lip and then pumping her fingers once again in a steady rhythm. The noises were almost loud enough to overtake the steady sound of the shower running on the other side of the bathroom door. “Wh-where do you—” “ Just fucking touch me, ” Kelly insisted, squeezing her eyes shut and letting her head fall back as she concentrated on fingering herself into a constant state of frenzy. It seemed like she’d barely gotten started, but somehow she was already— Oh fuck, I’m already this close? Her hymen was now gone. My brother groaned. And they are all powerful to the point I can take over any thing I see fit. indian Looking up I could see that one of the links had been secured to the beam by three thick heavy-duty staples. Then she heard Reesha orgasming. Jill walked over to my office and gave me a nice passionate kiss. “So Purple Kush it is then,” I say. “And I know that they are out there, watching me, waiting to make contact”. Just as a little aside, there are many things about the south that are weird, fucked up, and need to change, but the idea of being a gracious host, and a maintaining a certain level of civility and courtesy, even between enemies? This was making me hard but I couldn’t look away. “It feels nice to be touched there, doesn’t it?” “Yes!” Whether the idea of a handicap had enticed or enraged them, they gave in. On the altar, carved into the stone, were listed the rules of the challenge and the name of every demon participating. I called her back. They were attacking Anaopeth.” He has two, but it costs.