In time, she does. Then, Deanna slows, sated with control, as the girl’s laugh and wiles and superiority slip into whimpers and supplications. Her tongue curls and flicks against her, and it’s only when she can feel her breath speeding up that she pulls away. The girl’s eyes are hazed with lust, disorientated. Deanna takes the opportunity to slip out of her clothes and straddle the girl’s neck, forcing herself downwards. She’s pleasantly eager now, and noisy with it, and she’s not bad for someone so young. Deanna expects a lot of her goodwill comes from the ridiculous dry spell she’s been enduring, but she doesn’t care. It’s better than nothing. Hearing the girl splutter when she grinds too hard against her face, she knows it’s better than nothing.
It takes her mere minutes to come, but she doesn’t stop there. She forces the girl to clean her up juices with her tongue, cooing to her as she starts on round two. Deanna can feel her vigour fading, and she wriggles round, bringing her face back down against the girl’s cunt. She works on her with long, slow licks, making it clear with the gyrations of her body that another good turn will earn her one back. The girl renews her efforts, her hands now freed and running over the uneven cheeks of Deanna’s ass.
It takes her longer this time. Every time the girl slows down, Deanna reinvigorates her with another nip to the clit. To Deanna’s surprise (and her great pleasure), she never tries the same. Broken, she thinks, well and truly broken. Gagging for it, like Deanna knew she would be by the end of this.
She feels herself rising to her second climax and works a hand down to the girl’s cunt. She spares no time in working two fingers inside her wetness, thrusting raggedly as she grinds back into the girl’s face. The girl comes with a cry, and Deanna finds her final gasp of pleasure in the unchained obedience of that moan. She comes down slowly, out of a haze, and the girl is still gasping beneath her.
Deanna pulls the naked, sweaty thing to her feet. “Experience and treachery,” she whispers, “will always win out over youth and vigour. Don’t fucking forget that. Now, go get me my treasure.” She propels her from the stairwell, bolting the door behind her. It’s a long time before she feels modest enough to put her clothes back on.
Not even nuclear war can stop Deanna Domino from getting what she wants.
Experience and Treachery 3/3
The girl’s eyes are hazed with lust, disorientated. Deanna takes the opportunity to slip out of her clothes and straddle the girl’s neck, forcing herself downwards. She’s pleasantly eager now, and noisy with it, and she’s not bad for someone so young. Deanna expects a lot of her goodwill comes from the ridiculous dry spell she’s been enduring, but she doesn’t care. It’s better than nothing. Hearing the girl splutter when she grinds too hard against her face, she knows it’s better than nothing.
It takes her mere minutes to come, but she doesn’t stop there. She forces the girl to clean her up juices with her tongue, cooing to her as she starts on round two. Deanna can feel her vigour fading, and she wriggles round, bringing her face back down against the girl’s cunt. She works on her with long, slow licks, making it clear with the gyrations of her body that another good turn will earn her one back. The girl renews her efforts, her hands now freed and running over the uneven cheeks of Deanna’s ass.
It takes her longer this time. Every time the girl slows down, Deanna reinvigorates her with another nip to the clit. To Deanna’s surprise (and her great pleasure), she never tries the same. Broken, she thinks, well and truly broken. Gagging for it, like Deanna knew she would be by the end of this.
She feels herself rising to her second climax and works a hand down to the girl’s cunt. She spares no time in working two fingers inside her wetness, thrusting raggedly as she grinds back into the girl’s face. The girl comes with a cry, and Deanna finds her final gasp of pleasure in the unchained obedience of that moan. She comes down slowly, out of a haze, and the girl is still gasping beneath her.
Deanna pulls the naked, sweaty thing to her feet. “Experience and treachery,” she whispers, “will always win out over youth and vigour. Don’t fucking forget that. Now, go get me my treasure.”
She propels her from the stairwell, bolting the door behind her. It’s a long time before she feels modest enough to put her clothes back on.
Not even nuclear war can stop Deanna Domino from getting what she wants.