Thread: Mom's Futa Slag Girlfriends ( Submissive Pup & Genasi )

I figured you and Grace might like it. Right there, in the no man's land between cashier and exit where lingering was most awkward, Eun kissed Mikayla. That her arms were leaden carrying bags of glossy new toys made her fight harder to bring Mikayla to her mouth, like a shackled prisoner teased with water. She drank in the insecurities she'd seen screwed into Mikayla's lap by twisting hands, asked the girl half her age to work them out orally on practiced lips. Her hot-blooded intentions could not be clearer, but if it were some sentimental reassurance called love Mikayla needed, there was none of that. It was a purely sexual kiss, firm tongue into tenderness, lips dragging shyness into claiming suckle. The cashier watched this happen with an impish little smile, the smile of a voyeur seeing it all surreal like the fetish films lining the wall behind her. Of course she knew. Any doubt about what was happening here could only last while Grace waited breath to breath for her turn at Mikayla's mouth. It must have disappeared when Mikayla was passed from kiss to kiss, still tasting of Eun, and then tasting of Grace back to Eun. Now the weekend starts, Grace answered, and the both of them pulled Mikayla along. Have fun, the cashier told them. Grace was opening up the bullet by the time they were back in the car. Her head was down in her work, freeing it from the packaging and bringing it to life for its one task of pleasuring her girlfriend's daughter. I want to awaken your inner sex goddess, Eun said as they began to drive. Her body was forward over the steering wheel like a hunting hawk. None of that sweet sixteen princess bullshit, no casual comfort, no jeans and t-shirt. When you wear something that tickles your body just right and hangs off you like a dream, it's going to change your whole perspective. They took her to another shop which was just a name, Aleksandra's, a boutique set back in small curving windows from commanding white facade. Grace switched the bullet on as they parked, and handed it back into Mikayla's hands so she could experience it thrumming down through her wrists. It ran so quiet, it could not hide even what breath escaped when it set to work in Mikayla's palms. Relax, it's okay. You can do this, said Grace. We're going to go in there and try on some things, and help you get to know your body. Smooth silver bullet was left to warm in Mikayla's hands a long while before Grace took it back, and powered it down to stow in her purse for rapid deployment. Inside the floors were hardwood and met Eun's heels and Grace's in a powerful, posture-straightening grab for attention. Displays laid out like scenes of fantasy featured tight-bodied mannequins in fashions for the club, for the yacht, for that private beach getaway in the Bahamas. As much waxed leg as allowed by law, that was the style, and arms tangled up in nymph shawls for a sensual flower of the fairer sex who needed not her hands for anything, and dangling barely-there open back tops, plunging necklines into leggy high-waisted skirts, long queenly drapes held round the bosom with great trust or naivete. Eun allowed the sales associate to pounce on her, so that Grace and Mikayla could peruse the styles at leisure and explore whatever fantasy called to Mikayla's young heart. Let's get you in something sexy, said Grace. What do want to feel against your skin?