[ she's caught, transfixed, pinned in place with wanting alone. jinx doesn't need to force her to stay put, lottie does that all on her own. all she does is tilt her neck slightly here and there to make the collar easier to loop around her neck, lips slightly parted and seemingly incapable of fully closing, breath coming out in quick little puffs of anticipation.
it's not that she's never done anything like this before, exactly. there have been a handful of moments, unremarkable fumbles in the back seats of cars, in quiet corners at parties, teenage boys just as clueless as lottie and far less interested in mutual pleasure. but jinx drops to her knees, and lottie feels her cunt clench around nothing at the sight before her. a vision of loveliness with a leash tied to lottie's throat and close enough that lottie swears she can feel her breath between her legs. ]
Would you? Spoil me?
[ the question comes out a little rushed, a little too desperate to get the words out. it's not just the hunt, is the thing, and lottie knows that. it's the questions about herself that she's never fully answered before now, before she had another girl on her knees in front of her. it's the rush of heat in her lower abdomen, the shiver of anticipation, the way her heart beats rabbit-fast just at the mere thought that jinx might decide to touch her, with her fingers, with her tongue.
it's wanting. lottie wants in a way that has nothing to with the masks or the woods and everything to do with the gorgeous curve of jinx's lips as she loops up at her. ]
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it's not that she's never done anything like this before, exactly. there have been a handful of moments, unremarkable fumbles in the back seats of cars, in quiet corners at parties, teenage boys just as clueless as lottie and far less interested in mutual pleasure. but jinx drops to her knees, and lottie feels her cunt clench around nothing at the sight before her. a vision of loveliness with a leash tied to lottie's throat and close enough that lottie swears she can feel her breath between her legs. ]
Would you? Spoil me?
[ the question comes out a little rushed, a little too desperate to get the words out. it's not just the hunt, is the thing, and lottie knows that. it's the questions about herself that she's never fully answered before now, before she had another girl on her knees in front of her. it's the rush of heat in her lower abdomen, the shiver of anticipation, the way her heart beats rabbit-fast just at the mere thought that jinx might decide to touch her, with her fingers, with her tongue.
it's wanting. lottie wants in a way that has nothing to with the masks or the woods and everything to do with the gorgeous curve of jinx's lips as she loops up at her. ]
Do you want me to say please? Please, touch me.