[ everything the devil can give, she gives in this moment. she kisses bridget harder and deeper than she has ever kissed another; she moves them both with each motion, gasping and catching her breath between frantic kisses. bridget looks so wonderful. bridget feels so wonderful. bridget tastes so wonderful. she wants more - to bring bridget delight, yes, but also selfishly. she wants more for her.
one hand reaches down, fumbles at the foot of the couch - flips up the skirt of the sofa before grabbing a small bottle. she pulls it up to the two of them, managing to murmur out: ]
Lube. [ it's a bit short of breath. she'd apologize if she weren't so incredibly turned on right now. ] Is that... Can I?
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one hand reaches down, fumbles at the foot of the couch - flips up the skirt of the sofa before grabbing a small bottle. she pulls it up to the two of them, managing to murmur out: ]
Lube. [ it's a bit short of breath. she'd apologize if she weren't so incredibly turned on right now. ] Is that... Can I?
[ maybe it's selfish. maybe it's dumb.
but she wants to be inside bridget, so badly. ]