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

Emma supposed that the large cock grinding against her denim-clad sex should be turning her on. It did, to some degree. All that denim pressed against her most sensitive area, mixed with knowing that it acted as a barrier between her little sex and a huge rod of pulsing futa-meat, it would affect anyone. However, Emma was also thinking of trying to fit that massive thing inside her, even for the short amount of time it would take. Didn't think, knew, and then kisses up Emma's jawline. The actress's eyes widened for a moment, her head shifting. She had signed on for this, this had been the point, though she hadn't... she'd heard all the stories and just assumed that... that Carina would rip the denim outfit off throw Emma on the bed, rut for about thirty seconds and be done. Instead the bodybuilder began nibbling on Emma's ear, a sensation that the lithe Brit certainly enjoyed. Well, you're certainly confideeeeeent! the last word turned into something of a cry as Carina flipped Emma. The starlet managed to work herself just slightly, which only served to press her rounded rear against the larger woman. Emma could better feel the thick cock pressing against her,rubbing around. A hand came down, undoing buttons and sliding in the narrow space. Emma felt the pants tug even before she felt fingers trailing down. They slid underneath her panties and she let out a little gasp, her hand flying to her wrist. Hadn't they just been talking ten minutes ago? Maybe that was Carina's style, hit Emma hard before she could process. A hand slid underneath the shirt, fondling Emma through the denim bra. Well, I figure that a girl should dress to impress all the way down, she breathed, looking back at Carina, and I did expect us to fuck, remember? she practically spat the word, though she wasn't sure this truly qualified. Emma shifted to try and get her upper body up on her elbows, her rear still jutted against Carina. It felt so odd, with her pants and shirt still on, fingers sliding against her, knowing that her perfectly selected outfit just served as a tool to excite her further. Those fingers played well against her sex, tugging the thong into her rear as they went. Emma could feel them teasing her nether lips, felt the palm rustling the perfectly trimmed thatch of pubic hair that dotted her loins. Each rustle disturbed that, pulled the garment, dug it against her. Emma felt as though she should complain, but Carina was doing this just so damn well . A finger jutted in and Emma let out another gasp. Her hand again went, fingers wrapping around Carina's wrist. She rose her head to look back at the bodybuilder. Oh really? she said, her voice already hitching slightly. There's that confidence again. Do you really think I'll cum that easy? she let out another gasp as Carina pulled her onto her lap. Emma looked down, seeing the obscene bulge at her waist. Her hand still rested on Carina's wrist. Emma took another deep breath, looking over her shoulder. I don't suppose my asking you to stop would actually do anything? especially given that her body already tingled. Not that say that I will, this does feel, she shifted, surprisingly good...