Thread: St. Marriott's (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Tamera loved the feeling of Seras hand holding her there, of her hand on her back, of the warmth of her body beneath her, the contact of skin where it could be found and what she could feel of the just as, if not more, soft fabric of the dress she was promised when this was over better yet, one tailored for her specifically. She loved the feeling of soft pillows finding firm tension, finding firm pressure against her own, the intimate exchange their lips created, the intimate exchange of moans no, maybe intimate wasnt the right word. Shed never quite understood the difference between having sex and fucking , but there was one she knew that for sure and what was following it definitely leaned toward one side of that spectrum. Her and Heidi had-had sex what her and Heidi did was nothing like this. Inside there was a certain urgent and sickly panic she couldnt put her finger on if she tried. Her mind could only focus on one thing, lust lust for Sera specifically. She felt the burning of her breath roll over her skin, her lips, her cheeks, felt the hot slip of her tongue over her lips and didnt hesitate to pop her own open to join it the two soft slips dancing around each other to a rhythm she didnt even know but almost by osmosis seemed to never miss a beat with. Her tongue matched Seras, only missed the odd beat but often kept pace or caught up with the odd turn of her head or advance to keep herself assertive, it seemed Tamera was fighting for top and refusing to give that up. Whatever she lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm quite well. Tamera wasnt fighting for top in reality, in reality this was the results of white hot flames licking at her from the inside out, the latent sexual tension that had been pent up with very little to relieve for three years an effort to get to know herself and resolve everything that had been boiling in her since the first time shed acted on her desires till now, only sparse explorations between on chance. -she was like a kid discovering their naughty bits for the first time, she couldnt get enough of the attention to them even if there was none directly at this point. It wasnt just about her though, while her mind would send off the odd pang to move this hand there or do this with her tongue, that with her lip, cock her head or just take a breath in the fuzzy fog that filled the space between all that existed was this feeling burning inside her, throbbing and screaming for more and Sera. She wanted Sera inside her, wanted inside Sera, wanted release, wanted to give it to her. Tamera wanted to hear her moan, groan, scream like a fucking animal, she wanted to make Sera squirm and writhe the way she did when she hit that spot, yeah, that spot right there. She never wanted this to go away, never wanted to be anywhere but righ-Hnng! Tamera was forced to break the kiss for a second when she felt her skirt lift and two strong hands groping a rather sensitive spot, her most favorite piece of herself when it came to sexualisation not that it had ever been given focus in sexual acts Seras words in her ear only adding to the pressure as she felt, that throbbing between her legs beginning to feel more like a hammer crashing into steel than it did sensitive nerves begging for attention. It was almost a shame Tameras ass was covered at all times by an enticing and yet unflattering skirt, Tami filled out a pair of jeans or TNAs like a ghetto goddess, she had a plump and thick posterior that most women would kill for if they could maintain it with the rest of her otherwise thin white-girl frame barely a silhouette alluded toward it though underneath the purposefully misleading pleated plaid skirts of the school. Only sluts wore them short enough to note such things and only prudes wore the calf-length ones that had more give to rest atop curves rather than almost entirely flow over them. It wasnt as if Sera knew her well enough to ever see her bopping about in a more flattering get up but shed certainly get to appreciate the truth beneath that skirt in its fully realized entirety now, a little ripple and a yelp coming from the light spank. Sera could barely even occupy her thoughts now, her arms threatened to buckle just like her legs as she felt the hand slip passed the hem of her panties and glide along sopping cotton toward her slick petals. Heidi had taken so long to get to that point when they had been together she almost expected Sera to hesitate, a deep shaky breath vibrating her lips as she prepared for just that, the disappointment of nothing, only to feel a starburst skitter about inside her, electric jolts joining it, realigning her spine briefly as she sunk her hot lips down on Seras collar. Tamera tried to tend her best to the exposed flesh but a moan was not a nip, kiss or lick and moans were all she had for the moment. Sera felt so good this all felt so good, good didnt do it justice, this felt amazing! This felt like the better than the dress ever could on her skin. Ooahmph S-s huaah Tamera didnt want to submit entirely to this, she didnt want to be a shambling mess atop a goddess who was sure to hold it against her but it legitimately felt like a battle to be anything but just that! She hated feeling inept, hated feeling anything less than strong, in control, in charge. She pried her head up, the arms that had buckled beneath her straightening out once again to look down on Sera who was clearly just loving this, loving seeing her squirm and for a split second her eyes narrowed and trembling lips formed a tight line. only to falter with a whimper, they rolled slightly, lips pulling to one side before she clamped down on them. She couldnt. Tamera had nothing in her to hone to a sharp point and fight back with, her head fell, finding the space between Seras and her shoulder, calling it her home, curling her whole upper body so she could hold on for dear life. -apparently she was too sensitive, too vulnerable, too weak to resist the throes of ecstasy Sera had tossed her into, complete and total-overkill by now it would seem. Tamera only needed a sip, Sera had given her a bottle, a funnel and the slap in the ass to use them she was fall down drunk on lust alone and it showed by how she responded to every little touch, including but not exclusive to a shudder as a bead of liquid lust rolled down the inside of her thigh and her legs began to shake much like her arms had before shed all but collapsed down onto Sera all her fight and defiance replaced.