Thread: Just Riding a Trend {darkest_fate&AdventureGurl!}

The futanari knew how to kiss, that much was quite certain. She knew how to work fingers too, as they started moving in and out of Emma faster than ever. The beautiful Brit's eyes went wide, her mouth dropping open, her hands flying down to try and grab the thrusting hand. Within seconds her slightly damp sex had grown at least twice as wet, the sudden assault upon her senses just overwhelming poor Emma. She could feel her interior walls gripping tight in response too, the ripple of muscles just adding to things, dislodging more of her juices, increasing the already warm interior a few notches. Jeez, you don't hold back do youuuuu!!! the last came out as a near squeal as lips went about her nipple. Emma could feel the peak drawn through the fabric, jutting into a warm mouth. More heat melted into her body. First it surrounded her nipple, adding bursts of fire into the engorged flesh. Then slowly, almost painfully, it seeped down, igniting fires all the way to her core. Loose muscles couldn't resist Carina had already laid down tinder, started sparks, this just tossed more fuel. The bodybuilder pulled back. Emma panted, licked her lips, looking around, stunned at just what a few seconds could do to her. Carina pulled away, Emma heard pants undoing, a tempting offer moving in the air, then a slump, and she turned her eyes to see Holy shit! the starlet couldn't help but spit. She pulled herself, weak muscles and oil causing her to slip on the bed for a moment. Those brown eyes went to the bulge as it appeared. Te bodybuilder moved, and Emma simply lay there, stunned, watching as the monster rubbed against her barely clad sex. Didn't feel right, lips on hers, taking, Emma just laying there, feeling a tongue moving, a body going into place. Rock hard flesh pressed against Emma's softer, oil-slick body. She stiffened, actually feeling fright starting to slip in. Carina kept going, kept talking, wild abandon. She certainly lived up to it, grinding the huge cock against Emma's barely covered six. Ground and groped and seized Emma's lips and made the starlet squirm and lose her train of thought for several seconds. Oh, oh my that does.. she sputtered as Carina pulled away, her head spinning. Her sex felt as though it had started to melt, and she was fairly certain that the thong contoured quite nicely to her swollen nether lips. Emma swallowed, hearing more commands, seeing the bulge pressing against her. It's too big! she finally said, moving her head from around it. You can talk about relaxation and teasing and oh my dear you are-- for the thong had pulled aside, the wet clinging to Emma's lips, practically peeling away. Naturally the little slit matched its owner all beauty and class and femininity... and damp with suppressed want. Fingers pressed against the folds. Emma felt them parting, felt them again grinding. She hissed, one hand going to grip the sheets, another pushing against Carina. A tongue moved down, licked, sucked. Never before had anyone, not even Emma herself, attacked her sex like this. Not any fumbling males palming away at her, not her own skillful manipulations, each determined to bring Emma to a climax. That sensation thundered toward Emma like an overstoked train. She felt her sex going into overdrive, walls trembling, moisture gathering, heat intensifying. The sensations flew through her, blowing out nerves and thought. It made her body stiffen, her breath hitch. The heavy scent of the British starlet's arousal filled the air. She tasted it with each gulped breath, could feel it mounting. Holy... oh God, I'm, I'm, going to cum, she gasped, her hands going to grip the bodybuilder, to practically tear at the sheets. Calling what Emma felt crashing through her body an orgasm, calling it cumming felt like the biggest understatement to ever come from her lips.