[ there. that sound, that little whine. there's a familiar feeling coiling inside venus, the heat she felt beneath prismatica's sanguis moon. it makes her want to drag more of those little sounds out of bridget. it makes her want to take the lead. she'd hate it, if bridget weren't so soft and sweet.
she doesn't want to have to be a boy for anyone, ever again. she never will be. but the devil is a woman, and she can tease an innocent girl if she wants, can't she? ]
Haha. Good.
[ there's a breathiness to her voice, the smoky sound of incense and honey dripping from each word. this time, when she leans back in, she doesn't hesitate to slide her leg forward - a gentle pressure against bridget, persistent and warm. and perhaps more pressingly, she shifts her attentions down - moving from bridget's lips to her cheek, her jaw, her neck. what makes bridget squirm? what makes bridget gasp? she wants to know. she wants to drag each cute little sound out of her. ]
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she doesn't want to have to be a boy for anyone, ever again. she never will be. but the devil is a woman, and she can tease an innocent girl if she wants, can't she? ]
Haha. Good.
[ there's a breathiness to her voice, the smoky sound of incense and honey dripping from each word. this time, when she leans back in, she doesn't hesitate to slide her leg forward - a gentle pressure against bridget, persistent and warm. and perhaps more pressingly, she shifts her attentions down - moving from bridget's lips to her cheek, her jaw, her neck. what makes bridget squirm? what makes bridget gasp? she wants to know. she wants to drag each cute little sound out of her. ]