For all the times Steph had gone against orders in the past, this wasn't one of them. She dutifully complied with Nat's every instruction, though she got a little sloppy at some point because she couldn't be bothered to do anything else past squeezing her breast while she fingered herself and imagined Nat running her hot, wet tongue along her pussy. She'd already had that tongue doing maneuvers in her mouth before; tonight she was heating up just from the thought of having it everywhere else on her body.
Happy birthday to her, indeed.
She suppressed a moan when Nat asked to hear how wet she was, and she found herself aroused by the sound of her own squelching fingers. She was already very wet, but she knew she can keep going for much longer. The serum saw to that, too. She could really do this all day night.
Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers out from between her legs and from under her panties. Her expression a little dazed, she turned her head toward Nat and held out her hand. Her middle and index fingers were slick and shiny with her wetness, even slowly trickling down her palm and the back of her hand.
"Would be a waste if you don't lick it off," she tempted. But if Nat were to give in, she'd pull her hand back and lather it over her exposed breast. She wouldn't mind getting some help there.
Being sloppy in the middle of an event like this didn't bother Natasha in the least. It only had her licking along her bottom lip with the silent knowledge that Steph couldn't withhold anything from Nat, not even her own body. It was supremely satisfying to watch exactly how Steph moved while she masturbated.
Every couple should take the time to watch this, to learn from one another how astonishing, how wild, free, reckless, needy, and without care their partner could be when they worked by themselves alone. Natasha was learning all this about Stephanie, and she knew that it was her voice that incited it, had it burning through her body. What phenomenal power, to know and make Nat's heart beat in a way she hadn't thought it could before.
The voice was a simple command that she could impower again, and would but now her body was at the wimpering will of Stephanie's wetness. Watching those fingers drip with the compounded desperation that Natasha had created, she sat there weighing her options. Taking the steps needed, she moved to Stephanie and took one digit tight and sucked it deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and along it. She teased, and taunted. Then she pulled it out and held it tight while she used the wet from her mouth on that singular digit to roll around Stephanie's exposed nipple.
Bending, Nat blew a cool breath from a distance watching skin wash with gooseflesh. Then Nat took that same hand, that same finger and trailed it down Stephanie's body. "You thought you were done? I didn't say you could stop." She pushed it inside the other woman, to wet it again, and then used it to rub back and forth, up and down at her clit. Nat guided, but it was Stephanie's finger. "Fuck yourself, my little girl. My pretty beautiful Stephanie. I want you to fuck yourself until you come for me. I'm not going to touch you until you come." Nat began to speed up her pleasure. Slipping the finger down to gather more wettness and then use that beautiful clear gloss to roll Steph's finger in circles around her clit and across it, stimulating the area as well as the nub itself.
God, Nat made even the simple act of playing with Steph's finger so hot. She watched, entranced, as the redhead sucked on her finger, and was struck by the stray thought that she could watch Nat do that to a man's cock and probably still think it hot. What that said about Steph and her sexuality, well. Maybe she'll think about it some other time. Right now all she wanted to think about was that mouth and tongue trailing down her body.
Nat, however, had other ideas. Steph heard herself moan in protest when Nat didn't suck on her nipple, and instead guided Steph's finger into her. At first Steph let Nat direct her movements. But then Nat called her her little girl, and while Steph normally hated being called a girl, let alone little, it made a dark thrill surge through her. That, and the threat of Nat withholding her touch spurred Steph to do what she was told and fuck herself.
"Wait," she gasped. She paused for a moment and drew her hand back, but only so she could pull her panties down her hips and thighs. Nat hadn't said she couldn't do that, so she kept going, lifting her hips and shifting until she pulled one leg completely free. Her underwear hanging off the ankle of her other leg like the cuff of a chain, she planted her feet into the mattress and spread her legs wide open. Then, while the fingers of her left hand spread her folds a little more, she resumed the motions Nat had originally directed, slipping her finger down and inside, then back up and around and across her clit.
She thought of Nat holding her open, Nat's hot tongue running up and down her pussy, and she went faster and faster until she tipped over the edge with a cry.
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Happy birthday to her, indeed.
She suppressed a moan when Nat asked to hear how wet she was, and she found herself aroused by the sound of her own squelching fingers. She was already very wet, but she knew she can keep going for much longer. The serum saw to that, too. She could really do this all
daynight.Reluctantly, she pulled her fingers out from between her legs and from under her panties. Her expression a little dazed, she turned her head toward Nat and held out her hand. Her middle and index fingers were slick and shiny with her wetness, even slowly trickling down her palm and the back of her hand.
"Would be a waste if you don't lick it off," she tempted. But if Nat were to give in, she'd pull her hand back and lather it over her exposed breast. She wouldn't mind getting some help there.
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Every couple should take the time to watch this, to learn from one another how astonishing, how wild, free, reckless, needy, and without care their partner could be when they worked by themselves alone. Natasha was learning all this about Stephanie, and she knew that it was her voice that incited it, had it burning through her body. What phenomenal power, to know and make Nat's heart beat in a way she hadn't thought it could before.
The voice was a simple command that she could impower again, and would but now her body was at the wimpering will of Stephanie's wetness. Watching those fingers drip with the compounded desperation that Natasha had created, she sat there weighing her options. Taking the steps needed, she moved to Stephanie and took one digit tight and sucked it deep into her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and along it. She teased, and taunted. Then she pulled it out and held it tight while she used the wet from her mouth on that singular digit to roll around Stephanie's exposed nipple.
Bending, Nat blew a cool breath from a distance watching skin wash with gooseflesh. Then Nat took that same hand, that same finger and trailed it down Stephanie's body. "You thought you were done? I didn't say you could stop." She pushed it inside the other woman, to wet it again, and then used it to rub back and forth, up and down at her clit. Nat guided, but it was Stephanie's finger. "Fuck yourself, my little girl. My pretty beautiful Stephanie. I want you to fuck yourself until you come for me. I'm not going to touch you until you come." Nat began to speed up her pleasure. Slipping the finger down to gather more wettness and then use that beautiful clear gloss to roll Steph's finger in circles around her clit and across it, stimulating the area as well as the nub itself.
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Nat, however, had other ideas. Steph heard herself moan in protest when Nat didn't suck on her nipple, and instead guided Steph's finger into her. At first Steph let Nat direct her movements. But then Nat called her her little girl, and while Steph normally hated being called a girl, let alone little, it made a dark thrill surge through her. That, and the threat of Nat withholding her touch spurred Steph to do what she was told and fuck herself.
"Wait," she gasped. She paused for a moment and drew her hand back, but only so she could pull her panties down her hips and thighs. Nat hadn't said she couldn't do that, so she kept going, lifting her hips and shifting until she pulled one leg completely free. Her underwear hanging off the ankle of her other leg like the cuff of a chain, she planted her feet into the mattress and spread her legs wide open. Then, while the fingers of her left hand spread her folds a little more, she resumed the motions Nat had originally directed, slipping her finger down and inside, then back up and around and across her clit.
She thought of Nat holding her open, Nat's hot tongue running up and down her pussy, and she went faster and faster until she tipped over the edge with a cry.