Remington vs. Bailey from FCF
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Remington:
I’ve agreed to this once again and in the last spectacular oil involved showdown lets just say my boobs got what they deserved but this time. THIS time! Its…literally all for fun. I’ll be channeling my inner sorority girl once again and lets just say that there is a reason this stuff makes for a great charity event. Obviously, I’m only an honorary member having been a part of Tau Iota Tau in college myself but as I make my way to join my opponent the crowd parts and I slide into the tiled pool. Say what you will about what I’m about to do. Knock it. Put it down. Say its all a show. A scam.. Its just an excuse to be sexy.
Damn right it is and you know for a fact you wish it was me trying to pin you in this pool. Don’t lie.
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Bailey:
We’re studying opposites, tanned and dark eyed, pale and inked and eyes that pair….ridiculously well with your freckled complexion. On my side opposite those in attendance, I give you a wink and lift a handful of the oil and smear it across my upper chest…..”For duty and humanity!” goes the line, echoed 72 times prior; a playful send up to the fact that we can be charitable AND depraved in one fell swoop. When the preparation is done, I purse my lips and wait for you, and then begin knee walking toward you. Oh god my everything feels like it’s on fire relaxed
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Remington:
Scooping my own helping of oil and instantly taking the questionably existent one piece from ‘Is that see through’ to ‘Nice tits’ in a single fell swoop as I basically make the fabric non existent down my front. With your exclamation I smile and school my face to appropriately seriously this is in fact a battle for honor because…well. Everyone cares about who gets pinned in a charity oil wrestling match right? As you knee walk over I get my own less than graceful waddle over only to meet you in a lockup (?). I get my arms in place and then promptly slide forwards as oiled hands meet skin and I just slip along your arms only to plunge boobs first right into your chest. We’ll call it a take down! as my knees nearly go out from underneath me and I work on taking my ‘How many times as Remington landed on her rack since monday’ count up another number as I wobbly crash into you.
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Bailey:
The wet smack is audible from the back porch of the frat house. Our flesh splats together in the convergence of oil and lust. Little droplets go spiraling off in a dozen different directions as our assets allow for precious little in the way of free space; not even for olive oil. I struggle and grunt, a high pitched little whine, as my hands grip at your toned, slick arms, my fingertips digging into the muscle but nevertheless smothering down your limbs. My jaw sets and my glances fly from your chest, to your eyes, shoulders can then back to your chest. You’re gleaming like a jewel. Shimmering in the late spring haze
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Remington:
I miraculously remain on my knees and its all because of your frame. I finally get my knees back under me as I press and struggle against you in the pool. Resist the urge, resist the urge! Fuck it. Do it for the fan. Watching you flick your eyes from chest to face, to shoulders to face. As soon as you look back down at my chest I. Ruuuuuuub right to left. Yeah whatever its not a titfight but my tight little nipples prick through the fabric of my one piece and graze yours as I move my chest back and forth. Inching my knees forwards and moving my self into your face looking for the over balance and splat to the floor of the tile pool. GIggling as I get in close I inhale and give a bumping push with my upper body. Boobs and arms.
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Bailey:
“Oh god, oh….my god….” my jaw trembles and I stare out at the shocked patrons, and then back at you blinking. They glide and bump and jostle along mine, as my nipples damn near tear through the thin whisper of material covering them. The material becomes little more than a medium for the oil, ensuring that the fluid stays trapped, slicked against the ripening flesh.
When I roll and bump my own ladies against yours later, the wet smear, and the drag of flesh against flesh is the soundtrack, a dense, thick -THMUCK- and a hiss that lauds the dragging of boob on boob
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Remington:
As soon as I lock up I know my ears are flushed and my neck is following suit. I can nearly feel it as your scent invades my senses and I…I’m forced to swallow hard like this is some sort of first outing for me. Like I haven’t ever rolled around in oil with another woman for the purposes of being sexy. Its simply not true and as you meet my eyes with your own I realize there may in fact be a reason my heart is pounding. And then as I squeeze us in tight you sling us to the floor of the pool with a wet SPLAT! Oil Fa-liiiiies as we hit it and I feel bad for anyone wearing anything nice in the front row as it sprays out of the pool. Landing on my side in the oil I let out a blast of air as my ribs are squished and my hair promptly picks up oil from the bottom of the pool. With my arms around your waist my right arm trapped under you nubile body. Bouncing my ass a little I kick my legs around with zero traction from the oil as I try to adjust my hips over. Its not graceful but it flashes my ass. Full wedgie. At the crowd.
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Bailey:
Dream girl. My favorite porn star. My Painted Bird. We hit the oil and a wave sprays out in a brilliant cascade of droplets that splay the visible spectrum into thousands of little warm, hazy dots of spiraling color. We hit the tiled floor of the pool, and wrangle and tussle, my voice sharp and high. When you shift your hips, I’m wrenched and bullied to my back, grunting and screaming, my face red with exertion
Little droplets pop up on my arms; ears of sweat trying to push through the oil layer on my skin. When I splatter to my back, my dark mane feathers out in a fan in the oil, like it’s suddenly weightless. My thighs slide around your svelte frame, locking around your back, as much as I can. And now, we’re both on…..oh god, on display
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Remington:
I think there are probably people that would pay 5 figure sums of money to be in my position right now. Pressed up against you and wriggling like its my first day wrestling I can FEEL your exclamations as you chest contracts to let them out. For the audience it’s purely a visual and auditory experience and a panty wetting, dick hardening one at that (Tell me I’m wrong). My own mewls of exertion turn into a yelp of surprised excitement as I roll my chest down on top of you. Hips off to your left side as you suddenly slip over in the oil.
As I wriggle though you slide your legs under me. Take my base out and then wrap your legs around my back. It results in a hips down back arched position with my arm on yours and struggling on top of you. This should be a position I want to be in. Right now though my face is dangerously close to your oil soaked cleavage and the only thing my wiggling is really doing is shaking my ass. My knees can’t seem to find traction on the tile as my hands slip on either side of you.
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Bailey:
My ankles lock, and then snap apart….and then LOCK!! And then snap apart again. Frustration is rising up in me, like water in a boiling pot. And finally I hook my big toes in the waistband of your panties and dig upppppppppand then tug down…..my soles press against the flare of your hips and I spur your pelvis down against mine. Even as my hands form a basket around the back of your neck and I try and bring for face down into my supple, gleaming tits…..”welcome home darlin….”
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Remington:
I get my hands planted and finally just settle for nearly a split with my legs as I move to inch upwards. I can feel your ankles slipping off each other behind my back and then you remove them that’s odd-
“Mmmgawd!” You grip the sides of my bottoms and UP the go. The sound I make belongs in the bedroom. Its half surprised yelp and half erotic moan as those bottoms go further into my ass and bury themselves in my pussy. “F-fuck Bai-mmmph!! Mmmurg!!” You pull them back down and I slip in the oil. Slide my tits over top of yours feeling perky nipples flick past and then SPLAT my mouth gets yanked into your cleavage. The crowd can’t see but I know you can feel how burning hot my face is as I’m smeared around in your oil slicked boobs. I flail! Its not quite a smother but my brain is not sure what to do, caught off guard and humiliated like this.
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Bailey:
I shudder under you, it’s a primal, dark thing, it comes up from the core of my psyche. You’ve unlocked me. And I unfurl. I shift in between tugging your panties up, and grinding my heels into your cakes, pressing into your pale, gleaming flesh. Any such lock or hold in an oil pit comes with an abbreviated expiration date, and I can already feel you wriggling free, I can feel my grip breaking…..this may not be what ends you, but for now it’s enough that I can weaken your resolve. Because if I can erode your mind, then I can have your body all for myself. Plump. Slick. Perfect. “Cmon baby….rattle my tits with a scream..”
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Remington:
“MMPH! ERMEGA!” I obliged your request much to my annoyance. You yank those bottoms back up and then drill your feet into my ass. My wiggles finally pop me free of your delicious boobs and secretly I’m a little disappointed as I flop back above your rack. “Mmm *gasp* bitch *heave*” my fingers find your shoulders since I have nearly nothing to grab on to. I’m hazy from some mild breath play and taking a dunk in my bride’s boobs. So I just go with what I want. Its need, its undeniable compulsion. Giving into something primal as I grip your shoulders with needy fingers.
Rolling my body in a sinuous motion I press my chest up under your boobs slowly pushing our orbs together and yours upwards with mine letting them slip naturally. This drags my stomach across yours, bunching the fabric of your shirt up and dragging oil around. The movement terminates as my crotch. Fabric between my labia lips rolls and slides over yours from beneath with your hips lifted in the leg lock behind the back.
My that I drop my bend in my elbows so that my oil slick hair suddenly shrouds what I’m doing to you as my warm wet lips find yours working them as I press down on you.
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Bailey:
“Already?! I didn’t even think you were that close……” giggling as I buck, and then twist my hips to the side, growling like a feral cat, and moving to slip my shoulders up off the tile. The scapulae are notoriously difficult to pin down in olive oil, even more so when the assailant is aromatic and plump with lust.
And it makes two of us.
I twist my hips, and angle my heel upward, pressing it higher….and planting it in between the twin hillocks of your cakes, against the sweet, glistening cinnamon star. And there I pulse and push
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Remington:
I know it’s not going to be a good pin but I want you to feel that flutter of shock that you’re two little counts away from being pink faced and in possession of the dubious honor of losing a charity oil wrestling match. You readily free your shoulders and make a cute cat noise that melts me Your little thrash also flips us over and I’m left on my side with a splat. That’s not good enough though for you! You work those hips higher and then suddenly I feel your oil slick heel push into my cheeks and then plant itself on the fabric crammed into my ass. You roll the heel around in my butt working the fabric and oil on my rose bud.
The shudder is involuntary. My moan is, however, my choice as I inform you. And the crowd. and pretty much everyone just how much I approve of what you are doing to my back door.
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Bailey:
I scrub up and down your crinkled pucker, squirming and spasming. Here on our sides, neutral, facing one another, I pant in your face, cheeks puffed with exertion as we roll in the thick liquid. (Thiquid?) I snatch at your left shoulder strap, looking to tug down on your translucent top. It’s a cocktail of emotions, sensations. Nothing with you is simple; it’s multi-faceted, many-tiered. When I whimper, it’s because I’ve just jerked down on your shoulder strap, hoping to expose your left globe.
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Remington:
“Mmmph! Uhg! B-Baileeeey!” At my noises from you working my asshole like the professional you are I can’t help but inhale your breath and while I can’t ‘smell’ it per se the pheromones on your breath make my heart flutter. The little nerdy biologist in my heart knows what’s happening. It’s the same sort of vestigial thing that makes women cycle together and it’s not doing me any favors. I should probably fight back.
POP.
You yank down on my top and my left breast sliiiiiiiides free of the fabric and spills out to bounce and slap against my right. “uuung!” I’m not usually one to be embarrassed by nudity forced or otherwise but it makes me PINK!
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Bailey:
I wasn’t ready for the way it gleams in the sunlight. The dulcet, delicious perfection. You’re this molten ingot of raw sensuality. Three parts sex, three parts brilliance, one part wicked temptress. So…when I make you make that noise. Something inside me blossoms like a hibiscus.
Bucking my hips against yours; and my heel against your rose, I shift my grip and handle your full, dense, naked flesh, rubbing my thumbs around on the surgical steel and grunting full frontal into the mellifluous banquet in front of me. Your flesh is a feast. And I’m going to devour you one touch at a time…..
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Remington:
I think to any of the sexfighters watching at home there is a turn that springs to mind watching what is happening. I’m being “handled” its an industry term but I the implication is pretty straight forwards as to what the fuck is happening as my asshole is brought to heel (yup). My pussy is viciously and wondrously humped and my left arm is promptly trapped by the pull of the fabric down over it while you grip my orb and rub. Just absolutely toying with my breast while perking my nipple RIGHT up.
“N-no..uuuuuhg..” I squirm and wriggle only to have you slam my sex back to yours and feel you grope up my boob more thoroughly. Squirming my right arm out from under you I’m promptly knocked back into a drooling haze by your body on mine. What was I doing? Mmm. The wet slap of lower lips on lower lips promptly distracts me.
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Bailey:
I lurch to my side, trying to bowl you over onto your back now. These things flow like a river course, back and forth. And while I could stay on my side and ermmmm, milk my advantage….I want to put your back on the tile for a bit and ransack your psyche for once.
You’re this embodiment of sexual obliteration. You’re deviant, and diabolical. You’re evil incarnate with a killer smile. You’re sleek and powerful and your strength flows from this….inexhaustible river in your spirit…..to ….handle….all of that. It’s better than any drug.
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Remington:
With a roll and a moan like I’m in bed you splash me to the tile of the pool with your body and mount up on me. Heel trapped in my ass and hands pressing down on me. With my arm free a vague idea of what was about to happen comes drifting up through the silt of my mind. A course of action. Something to work towards leveling the playing field. I feel my hand drift upwards as my eyes do. Your oil slick hair drips on my face and you proudly mount up on me.
A combination of pussy twitching lust and back arching need course through me as I look up at you. I shiver and I arch under you letting my ass relax as the pulsing at least is stopped by the roll over. Tucking my left hand up like I’m going to try and maybe get you to stop squeezing my oily peak I hook the fingers on my top and then bunch it with my right hand.
And I pull. The result is a rip that spills both my breasts. Oil sheened and glistening. It also relaxes the tension in the top holding my left arm to my side. It also runs me the risk of having you grope both my tits. Oh…the horror….mmmm fuck.
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Bailey:
I watch as you split your top open, and if you were looking to surprise me, well you’re doing just dandy. My mouth drops open in a gape of shock. I stare at your slick, wet breasts and go wide eyed in glee. Remi. The Walking Enigma. It’s hard enough to physically pin you down, but psychologically? Impossible.
I will make do with one if I can…..pressing my hands now, and opting out of your shoulders, instead shoving against you in a more raucous, carnal manner, my hands sinking into your glands, your tot flesh oozing in between my fingers as I hope to force your back to the tile.
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Remington:
The look on your face says it all. You were not expecting that and mentally I’m prancing in little happy circles as I expose myself to you. And the crowd. Maybe that was what I needed. A little foothold out of the warm bath of lust. It makes me shudder and my lips curl towards a smile. The fact that I still have surprises for you makes me all warm and fuzzy even after this.
You do the only thing I think I’d do in your position and you post up. IMPALE my ass with your heel still back there and then plant your hands on my tits. I groan as you smoosh me with your body weight and my shoulders for sure hit the floor of the pool. Uuuuhg.. the count of one…..then two…..mmmm I could just lay here and bask in your fingers on my breasts. Its one of my favorite things. But no. The little internal tactician Remi has a trick for you.
We call this a pro gamer move. Stop giggling!
Lifting my newly freed arms I push them up between your arms and SHOVE outwards. At the same time as I sit up. The rock forwads should save me from the pin but as I push my arms out I look to embrace you. Like I JUST. LOVE. YOU. SO. MUCH! And by that I mean I try and bury you in my big fucking tits face first as I move to knock your hands free of my slick boobs.
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Bailey:
Awwwww I love you to-THHHEEEEE FEEEHHHK?!?! Picture it. I’m on top of you. In the cat bird seat. In control of my destiny, AND yours. I’m firmly in control. I’m the captain of my own fate.
Then I breathe. And in a moment, you’ve smeared me into your own little pocket dimension of heaven. My nose crinkles against your sternum, as your tits smear and envelope my face. The screams are muffled in Your inked, steel festooned flesh, and my arms flail like a wingless bird trying to fly.
And there’s not a bitch in the house who wouldn’t give everything to to be in my place
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Remington:
I’m going to milk this. (I’m just too funny for my own good, quit booing). The look on your face as you go down and I come up is. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world as I give new meaning to the word; Bury.
As soon as I have your wonderful face in my chest I worm my arms up and over your back looking to hug you so tight because honestly I don’t sleep with a stuffed animal anymore. I’ve upgraded. I’m a clingy bitch in bed and yes I chase even when I’m sleeping. Roll to the other side of the bed? Big spoon. Scooch over. Tucking my head under those arms for a new pillow. So when I say I hug you like my favorite teddy bear. Face first in my titties. I’ve been doing that since my college days and I guarantee you someone is now jealous of a stuffed animal.
With the oil though I worm you around in my boobage and go for that tight breath play seal over your face with my firm supple boobs compressed around your nose and mouth from either side. Looking to get a little pay back from my earlier drool inducing dip in your cleavage. mmmm. Shaking that out of my head I focus on giving you a facial and a smother.
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Bailey:
One of my favorite new phrases; don’t threaten me with a good time. I could sum it up in this. I’m suffocated. I’m smothered. My world has condensed down to a perfect set of luscious, soft, supple tits. My vision? Done. My flailing? Useless….this SHOULD seem horrendous.
It …it…..glorious. I mean, don’t get me wrong…I’m still smothering …..but what a way to go……My moans, whimpering, high pitched…..very sorority…..my arms flail about and when I try and shove back on your shoulders – SLIP!!!- When I try and grip your blue mane?! -SSSSSSSLIP!!- In every facet of this….I’m fucked. Royally. Imperially.
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Remington:
You flail and push and even pull on my hair as I hold you against my chest like the treasured creature you are. There is very little else in the world that I could want other than you pressed up against my body and moving against it.
….no.
I’ve had a think. And I’ve determined baring other behaviors on your part. There is nothing else. So as you wriggle I can feel you moving around in my cleavage. The oil is a great seal but its also a savior as I try to hold you in. Its an easy sensual pin if I Make you pass out but I’m not sure I want that. Or if I’ll even get it with the way you wriggle around so as you do I twitch my hips and then like I’m pulling my leg up to show off some thigh to the boys (yes you two I see you). I move to try and position it against you bottoms. Looking for that warm wet pressure, hopefully not just from the oil..
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Bailey:
I’ve just barely gotten some purchase on your shoulders and you ……oh god….
Oh my God!
Your mound and slick thigh grind in against mine, and….Remi. It feels suddenly so dirty. It’s like…..it’s a dirty hot……I shouldn’t be this turned out. I shouldn’t be fantasizing about rutting off on your puss puss……about the way the air carries your floral scent. About the way your body wraps around mine…..like a key. In a lock…….
And without my knowing, without my signing off on it…my hips scrub forward. And my pelvis kisses yours. IT’s not a chaste thing. It’s not. It’s dirty and wanton. Oh god…..oh my fucking god…
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Remington:
The result is downright electric as you proceed to grind on me like we are in bed behind closed doors. “Babe!….” the sentence starts like I’m about to chastise you for what your body is doing despite still having you buried in my tits. “….they’re watching…” my tone of voice goes from surprised and a little embrarrsed to downright exhobistionist. Its sultry and I run my tongue over my lips as I buck up into you as you rut on me.
Planting my right foot as best I can my movement is sudden. I olt and press briding to my left to free my still violated asshole from your heel making me wetter as your hips bounce my rosebud off the rounded oil end of your heel. As I press to try and roll you over with a giggle at your hips that turns into a moan as you give me a determined slap to the pussy with you love bulge I hike my hands up so that I have them over your shoulders. Having them trapped would defeat my sexy nasty little plan.
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Bailey:
The motion……it’s all one continual blur. I feel the sudden rush of force, yanking me sideways, and immediately, I’m splattered in the oil again…..I skid just a hair, before you’re mounting me…….My arms flail out to the sides, and finally, when I can see the full light of day again, I’m dazzled by the lights, and my mouth finally takes a heaving, gasping mouthful of air…..the resulting whimper is nasally, thin, a wisp. My abdomen tenses as I spasm hard, my thighs are like silken sheathed anvils…..and yet.
In the oil I’m laid out. Sprawled. I feel your hands cup behind the back of my neck…..my eyes flutter as I’m still smother-drunk, my saliva, your sweat, and the oil smeared across my face, as if an artist had drunkenly stroked across my skin.
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Remington:
Sliding my right hand firmly behind your neck. My left hand cups your cheek. Wiggling with pure lust bred excitement I drag my right leg looking to rub it on your oil and nectar soaked kitty looking for that wonderful inhale from your body. Hoping its there. There are only so many things you can control about a person but I try to elicit the gasp. Because as soon as I move to drag the leg.
I drop my bosom. Chest to chest trying to smash that air from your lungs chest to chest on top of your beloved body. Gently grinding my own dripping sex on your right thigh. Mewling briefly before move to lock to things in place. My left hand moves from a gentle caress to trying to pinch your nose shut and hold you head down as I flick my hair to the side and move to lock my lips over yours using the saliva and the pressure of my head and hand to try and seal your air off with the nose pinch and my lips. The whole set of movements literally tailored to kiss you into submission if I can get away with it.
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Bailey:
They fall like velvety wrapped hammers. They’re so heavy, and feverishly hot……I don’t know if it’s from the decadent weight, of the delicious warmth. I jack knife up from the sudden beating…..and then I’m thrust back into the warm oil, with your fingers clamped on my nose, and my mouth on yours. My tongue…it’s already flailing out before we even kiss….
And the way you just….slap down on my plump kitty. Nothing is hidden…everything…it’s on display. Sort of. The material is there. It’s…..SOOOoo easy to see through, and even if it weren’t….I’m so plump with lust that my labia are…..well. They’re prominently on display. I wriggle under you…..I struggle….
I don’t want them to see it. But I convulse and shudder…..Luckily my eyes roll back…..I can’t tell if they were already crossed……and you just….beat my kitten again. Just whipping her with your own.
You’re…..abusing me….
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Remington:
Sure enough your tongue comes lashing out of your mouth and I greedily accept it as I exhale through my nose and suck hard trying to literally take your breath away by keeping our lips seal and breathing off the air in my lungs to keep it a solid seal. Twisting my split tongue’s halves around yours I give your pink muscle a little rub.
Feeling your lips around the edge of your bottoms I know there is zero point to holding back from this. I roll my hips left to right. Your wedgie from earlier having literally popped my lips around the bottom of my now ripped open one piece. So as I rock left to right I brush those lips and then I wiggle like a cat.
And pounce. My hips hop back and then slap down. I want you and its unreal how much. The audience? Forgotten. Don’t get me wrong I’m an exhibitionist at heart and it got my motor going for sure but now? Now? I just want you so keenly it hurts as I ungracefully make liberal use of the oils sound amplification to swat your kitty with mine. One more thing to think about. Or not. Its all rather blurry as I try to control your breath by controlling mine. I get little inhales through my nose but its not full breaths.
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Bailey:
Sprawled out…soaked in oil. This…..I mean, on the card, it’s soft core. But the things you’re doing to me ravish my mind irreparably. Like. There are some things you don’t come back from. The way your tongue wriggles around mine. The way it seizes and entrails it. The way you’re tugging my organ out by the root……I spasm…..my thighs jolting in the oil….
The way you allow JUST enough breath to not KO me….because that would be merciful…..and you’re not into that shit. I gurgle…and moan……gagging on my own saliva……and yours…..
But that beating. That assault on my kitten. It’s intolerable….it’s undeniable. Each is accompanied by a hoarse squeal that’s muffled in your mouth….and a moment or two later, the flailing of my thighs……my arms struggle….and then go limp….
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Remington:
I maybe walking into a trap but when I feel you go limp I IMMEDIATELY pull my hand and lips away from you and press my ear to your chest to make sure your breathing restarts. With that I worm my way up your body. For the first time acknowledging the looks from the crowd pushing my hair over my shoulder I slide my legs back. Softly, subtly grapevining your legs. Looking to pull them out and spread you out in the oil at the bottom of the pool.
Moving my hands to your perfect slick shirt covered breasts I delicately pull your shirt up and over them exposing them for the first time. Glistening and full with the gentle rise of your breath. Settling my womanhood against yours and then very gently placing my hands on your breasts I press down to make sure your back is touching the bottom of the pool. My next word is a singular declaration as I let your breasts fill my hands and I unconsciously rub gently on your pussy with mine.
“One…”
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Bailey:
I shudder as you spread me open…my thighs are like jello…my will? It’s even less substantial….I feel you handling my breasts….and then, you unsheath me, pulling the garment off my body like a snake shedding her skin.
The count…it’s an indictment. It’s……an accusation. ‘You can’t Stop me….”. I shudder, feeling the hot air on my hard nipples….my thighs squirm, my lips glistening in more than just oil……..
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Remington:
You stir under me but I don’t bother to put any more pressure than I have on your breasts I just keep you flat as I hold you. Lovingly but firmly. Like I’m on top in bed and in control. It happens less than most would think. You are after all my brunette goddess and a royal spitfire of a woman.
“Two…..”
So as I gently work your creamy oil slick orbs with my fingers I can’t help the increase in my gentle grind against your lower lips and as I the final word rings out I lean down and give you a gentle kiss on the lips
“Three….”
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