Christina Valasela, daughter of a nouveau riche and a noblewoman, student of the most important academy of the kingdom, certified military engineer, and future elite soldier was wet. She was so wet that she feared for the integrity of her underwear as it was bound to be drenched and undone by the seams.

  For, after many years now, she was looking at the naked body of her ladylove.

  And that excited her to no end.

  No words came to her mouth. She remained agape for a pathetically long time. But what could she do? She was just gorging on the sight. She had dreamed of this moment for years now, and now it was there, in front of her.

  Agatha of Malachite, her sweet and excitable lover naked in front of her. For her.

  There were many things she could say about the sight, yet not even thoughts came to her at the moment. Only an instinctive reaction to feel her lips with her tongue.

  “Agatha?” Christie finally muttered.

  “Y-yes?” Her ladylove responded with unmistakable hesitation.

  “I love you.” There was no hidden agenda behind her words, just pure and unadulterated reality.

  “Oh,” the blond flushed, slightly jittering on the spot. A fact that made her nakedness even more apparent. And attractive.

  “I need to have sex with you right now,” Christie couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. Nor did she hear them. She was now acting out of pure primeval instinct.

  “Oh!” Agatha’s blush intensified harshly as if commanded by Amplify. “I… uhm… Is this n-not too soon?”

  Christie grabbed the fallen book from her lap, closed it, and placed it onto the nightstand in perfect calmness, pure lady-like behavior. She then pushed away the blankets and crawled on the bed until she reached her ladylove. The redhead sat on the edge of the mattress and patted the spot next to her. Hesitatingly, Agatha complied with the non-verbal command.

  As much as Christie would have liked to say that she kept eye contact with her girlfriend as she sat down, that would be lying. For her eyes were glued to the bare chest of Agatha.

  The petite blonde didn’t have much to offer in that department, but that didn’t make what already was present any less worth. Those pert nipples with the bright pink aureolae were making the redhead go crazy.

  “Uhm…” Agatha, unfortunately, covered her chest with her arm. “I know I said I was ready but… maybe is this not a bit too fast?”

  “We have been dating for two years now, mock sapphire…” Christie extended a hand to caress the lovely hair of her ladylove. At first, Agatha flinched reflexively, but soon the petite lithorist found herself pressing her head against the hand of her girlfriend.

  “I know, I know…” She added with a hint of lament. “I… am not against it either but… something keeps pushing me away. It is not exactly fear but… it is not something I can fix either.” The redhead remained petrified looking at her gorgeous ladylove. “Er, Christie?”

  “Oh, sorry!” Christie shook her head around, her brain resetting. “I heard the ‘not against it’ and my brain stopped working.”

  Agatha smiled frailly yet radiantly. “You dummy doll.”

  “Yes,” the tall girl now pressed her forehead against the petite girl’s one. “But I am your dummy doll.”

  This only made Agatha’s preexisting blushing condition even more severe. Someone else would have thought that the girl had developed a fever considering her naked state.

  “I… would be willing to try. But slowly,” she finally decided.

  “Of course,” then Christie pressed her lips against her ladylove. A soft and superficial peck yet not filled with any less love because of it. “Everything at your pace. I already told you.”

  It hurt Christie being so megalithically slow, but she would be hurt even more if she hurt Agatha for being too fast. The perfect girlfriend, the perfect girlfriend, the redhead continued repeating her mantra in the confines of her mind as her hand continued combing through her ladylove’s hair.

  “I…” It was now Christie who hesitated to speak. The gravitas of the situation finally hitting her. That, and the words that had come out of her mouth. “Maybe it would be for the best if you started. Perhaps it will be easier on your mind if it is my body.”

  “Uhm… and why would be the case?” Agatha giggled nervously.

  Instead of verbally answering, Christie grabbed one of Agatha’s petite – though not delicate because of it – hands and slowly guided it between her legs. Unlike her bare ladylove, Christie still was wearing a nightgown and underwear, both rather opaque. The redhead calmly led the blonde’s hand up her thighs, which sent shivers of pleasure up her spine, until they finally approached her crotch. Christie hadn’t reached her underwear yet, but Agatha’s eyes had shot wide open.

  “Oh…” The sapphire-eyed girl moaned silently, her fingers now wiggling around with a hint of curiosity. “You are… wet.”

  “No, Agatha,” the heterochrome girl pressed her lips against her ladylove’s ear. “I am drenched~” Her voice oozed with even more yearn than her nether regions oozed with liquid.

  Agatha softly squirmed around, yet hesitatingly, her fingers now moved upward on her own account. It brought Christie far more pleasure seeing her girlfriend’s reactions of surprise and lust than the soft movements she made. But when Agatha finally infiltrated the soaked underwear with her fingers, that definitely got a rection of her own.

  “Mhmm~” The redhead moaned softly, her eyes growing glossy with expectation. She softly gnawed on the petite girl’s ear and then she whispered into it, “You can enter.”

  The blonde squirmed yet again, her yearn and hesitation palpable. Christie couldn’t understand what was even holding her ladylove back, but she could tell that unknown was failing harder and harder as time went by. This type of yearn wasn’t something that could be stopped once initiated. If there was a time to destroy her ladylove’s inhibitions, it was now.

  Agatha panted harshly as she gathered her thoughts. Those reactions only made Christie even wetter. Her whole body was itching for pleasure, yet she was more than satisfied with the yearnful suffering of her sciurine companion.

  “Please… Agatha…” But as satisfied as she was, Christie was more than greedy to ask for more. “I need you inside.” She demanded as she gripped the petite girl’s arm.

  The moment a single hesitant finger parted through Christie’s nether lips, she almost blacked out. Not out of explicit pleasure, but implicit. Her body – she – had waited for this for so long that now every part of her being was ecstatic at the simple fact that it was happening.

  How many times had she touched herself thinking of this?

  Far too many.

  Hesitation was the name of the game, and it took Agatha a solid moment to move even with a single finger inside.

  “Mm!” Christie slightly squirmed as her ladylove’s finger was colder than she expected. “Come on, mock sapphire. You can do better,” she sultry whispered on the blonde’s ear. “Add another one~”

  Agatha looked at her in confusion, to which Christie responded by kissing her. And not a superficial peck like before, but a full-on assault as her tongue invaded the petite girl’s mouth like a dehydrated man in the desert who had found an oasis, an arm wrapping behind the blonde’s back and pushing them closed.

  “You stopped,” she added after their kiss broke, a playful pout on her visage.

  “Uhm… sorry,” Agatha blushed. “This is a bit too much for my senses. I am a bit overwhelmed here.”

  “That is not an excuse,” the redhead bopped her on the nose. “Come on, assault me. You have me all worked up~”

  Her girlfriend squirmed upon hearing those words, much to Christie’s joy. The truth was that she was ashamed of the words coming out of her mouth, yet at the same time, she couldn’t deny they were equally exciting to her. Agatha softly pressed her body against her, the blonde’s hair resting on the redhead’s bosom as she finally took action, softly pushing another finger inside the cavity.

  “Oh!” Christie grunted in pleasure – her head slightly tilting back – as her nether lips clamped on those two thin and cold fingers.

  “Y-you are…” Agatha grew redder as she tried to speak the word out, “…tight.”

  “Of course I am,” the nouveau riche smiled at her lovely villager. “This is everything I ever wanted.”

  She wasn’t even lying. Right now, the notion of controlling her agates and being free of pain was taken to the background, if not directly to the depths. She couldn’t care less about that. Only how about how lovely her ladylove was and how horny she currently was.

  Even the epithet of horny felt like a disservice – if not outright insult – to the megalithic amounts of yearn that her body was experiencing. A sea of stone mattered not when she was drowning in one of debauchery.

  “Move. Please…” The tall girl begged as she hugged her girlfriend. She was aching for release already. This was too much foreplay for her.

  She needed to ejaculate badly.

  Her words excited Agatha and she started to move slowly at first. Yet no matter how much momentum gathered with her increasing strokes, Christie failed to find pleasure in the ministrations of her ladylove, too crude to bring any satisfaction.

  And Agatha saw it.

  The petite blonde looked at her directly in the eyes and gasped in disgust. For a moment, Christie thought it was her fault, yet when Agatha removed the fingers from inside her and stood up from the bed, she knew that wasn’t the case. She is… crying? The redhead found hints of tears forming in the corners of her girlfriend’s eyes.

  “Oh, earth…” Agatha cursed softly. Disappointingly. “I am… I am not pleasing you,” she sobbed. “I cannot show myself to you and I cannot even bring you any pleasure. I am worthless…”

  “No!” Christie lied reflexively without a single thought in her mind. It didn’t help that she had been edging an orgasm for a while now. Her mind was a complete mush. “I…” She smacked her lips and thought her words for one and a half times – not quite twice – before speaking. “Have you masturbated before, mock sapphire?”

  “Whuh?” The blonde was left agape and petrified, her nakedness completely forgotten. Then she blushed. Severely. “Uhm… I… might have… caressed myself a bit. But that is all.” Christie couldn’t help but chuckle after hearing that. “What’s so funny, huh?” Agatha pouted, unaware that her villager dialect had shown for a moment.

  “Nothing, nothing,” the nouveau riche swayed her hand dismissively and took the chance to snatch her ladylove by the forearm, forcing her to sit on her lap. Oh? Christie saw something round that interested her as she pulled Agatha towards her, but she let that slip by for the time being.

  “Ah!” Agatha yelped in surprise, much to Christie’s enjoyment. The behemoth of a girl locked the shalesnapper of a girl on a tight embrace before she could struggle, let alone escape.

  “It just surprised me how the village girl is the pure maiden of the relationship. That role should befall onto me, and instead I am a perverted woman.”

  “You are not perverted!” Her ladylove instantly protested.

  “Oh, Agatha~” Her voice was a mix of amusement and excitement. “Would a non-perverted woman have masturbated innumerable times thinking about you?”

  A non-intelligible and probably non-intellectual yelp left Agatha’s mouth. As she was fully naked, Christie could feel her body heat rise all around without even needing to look at the carnelian she had for face.

  “I…” Agatha writhed a bit. “I have also masturbated thinking about you.”

  That was the worst thing Christie could have heard.

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  Not because her pure maiden of a ladylove had been defiled, but because the last strands of sanity and common sense had been cut clean. Without thinking and in a pure animalistic manner, Christie pushed Agatha onto the bed, trapping the petite beauty between her and the mattress, those thin forearms of hers locked into place with the massive lapiloquist’s innate grip and her body weight. It would be so easy to crush you… She hazily thought, her mind partially overtaken by primeval instincts.

  For a handful of seconds, the redhead was unable to utter a single word, just lust coursing through her brain instead of blood. She needed to take a deep breath for the simply act of having a thought.

  “You…” Her voice was the halfway point between a noble lady and a howling beast. “Have you ever orgasmed when you masturbated?”

  Agatha peered directly into her eyes with those dual sapphires on hers, and whilst there was a bit of meekness, there was no fear or hesitation on the slightest. Only budding lust.

  “N-no…” She finally responded, her eyes looking away.

  “Oh, my,” Christie softly uttered. “Oh, my~” Christie sultrily reiterated.

  Perhaps her ladylove’s hands had failed to bring her pleasure, but that tongue of hers was definitely taking its place. And without even touching her!

  “I see what the problem is now,” she purred, her head descending onto Agatha’s ear. “You have never masturbated. Really masturbated. I ought to fix that.” And then, as her lust was reaching its zenith, Christie felt her intelligence creeping back to her. “Only if you want, o-of course,” she nervously giggled.

  Perfect girlfriend, perfect girlfriend, Christie kept repeating the mantra lest she relapsed. And it felt so easy to do so…

  At first, Agatha remained silent. A fact that infused copious fear into Christie’s body, making her wonder if she had taken it too far. Irrevocably far. Then the lovely blonde kissed her on the chin. A soft peck. Then she kissed her again a bit higher on her lower lip – the mouth one, obviously – and softly gnawed at her. Only to then not-so-softly suckle on it.

  Finally, she spoke. “Make me feel pleasure, Christie.”

  The redhead instantly relapsed, her intelligence even more forgone than that of stones.

  For the first time in her life, Christie felt stupid. Her head was so inebriated with arousal that she couldn’t think straight, yet she still managed to keep some modicum of decorum instead of going feral on her ladylove.

  The nouveau riche’s lips slowly descended as she gave pecks and suckled on the villager’s soft skin. She could still taste the moisture in Agatha’s skin, meaning she had barely come out of the shower even if her hair was mostly dry.

  Christie was almost tempted to bite her on the neck but satisfied herself with some hickeys. But Agatha’s collarbone made her go insane. She didn’t know what was about that part of the body, but the way the valley between her ladylove’s flesh and bones formed just excited her. Perhaps the blonde hadn’t been able to make her orgasm, but the redhead was now so excited that she couldn’t help rubbing her thighs together as her lips descended more and more.

  And she finally reached the treasure trove.

  Agatha’s modest breasts.

  Sure enough, there wasn’t much to play with, but what was there was of the highest of qualities. Christie circled the furthest nipple with a finger, which made Agatha shudder, and then she kissed the closest to her. Even though lithorists didn’t have as toned bodies as lapiloquists, her ladylove’s body didn’t fall short in muscle, which made her breasts even more enticing with their contained softness, a reprieve from all that tough muscle.

  Kisses weren’t enough.

  Christie massaged Agatha’s nipple with her tongue, tenderly pushing it forward and backward. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much taste due to her ladylove’s recent shower – something she believed she ought to correct in the future – but she still was enchanted with the texture.

  “Mm~” Agatha moaned softly, almost shyly.

  That inhibition during coition only excited the redhead even more. She really had to restrain herself from not digging on her own crotch at that very moment. But that restraint didn’t apply to anything related to Agatha. Softly yet passionately, Christie gnawed her ladylove’s nipple. If it wasn’t hard before, it certainly was agate-solid now.

  Having grown tired of drawing circles, Christie fondled Agatha’s free teat. There wasn’t much to fondle, but that didn’t make it any less exciting. Once the nipple was well lodged on her teeth, the redhead sucked on it as if her life depended on it.

  “I… uhm!” Agatha jolted and panted at the same time, her back harshly hitting the mattress.

  “Did you just…?” Christie wasn’t able to finish her sentence as the blonde’s massive blush was enough of an answer.

  Agatha had orgasmed from having her nipples played with. That made Christie even wetter and hornier. So aroused she was that she struggled from keeping her agates inside her body. And even if she called them a sea of stone, that definitely wasn’t the type of ejaculation she desired.

  Her ladylove’s response was to cover her face in shame with her hands. “Oh, earth!” She softly cursed. And considering the villager could get quite foulmouthed, that was a monument to her current shyness. “I… I do not deserve you…”

  “Uh, what are you exactly talking about, mock sapphire?” Christie giggled, but the girl’s tone was making her quite angry.

  “I mean, how could I… orgasm from something so simple and this quick… I really do not deserve you if I am this pathetic.”

  “You are the one that told me to make you feel pleasure,” she rose from the mattress and looked at Agatha’s complete nakedness. Her ladylove’s nether region now soaked like hers. And also the blanket. We should do something about that in the future. “If anything, you should laude my sexual prowess and ministrations. Not downplay your… endurance.”

  Christie was now blushing herself from all the words that were coming out of her mouth. In their relationship, always one had to stand strong when the other one faltered, but now she was standing so strong and tall that she was embarrassing herself.

  “But…” Agatha whimpered, “I really do not deserve you. I am small, I have this ugly blonde hair, my body is nothing compared to yours, and I am stupid…”

  Those words made Christie so angry that she pounced on top of the villager, not even wondering if she might hurt her as she was bound to weigh thrice as much as her. The redhead pulled the hands away from Agatha’s face and she pushed them against the mattress with lots of strength.

  “Do. Not. Talk. About. Yourself. Like. That!” Christie growled at her like a feral animal, though now without the connotations of lust, as she tightened her grasp around her ladylove’s thin neck. “You do not have an ugly hair! I love you, Agatha. I love you even when you get this pessimistic and stupid. I love you so much that there are not enough words in the Crochetan lexicon to describe my unfathomable love to you. And if – for some reason – you do not believe that I love you, I know that you love me. So by making a mockery of you, that means you are tramping over that love!”

  Agatha pouted at her words. “So that means I am still small, stupid, and with a poor body?”

  “Do not put words I have not said in my mouth, or I will put other things in your mouth.”

  The blonde blushed at the brazen declaration. “I… You have only denied the claims about my hair…” She added softly.

  “You know that you are a little stupid, mock sapphire, because otherwise you would not be saying such moronic things. Furthermore, no matter what frame of reference we use, you are small, Agatha. And you know what? That does not matter in the slightest. Do you think I want to be this tall myself? Perhaps you do not care, but you have not seen how some of the other students look at me. Especially the boys. They look at me as if I am a behemoth. A monster.” The redhead scowled, her tone cutting and poisonous.

  “I…” Agatha bit her underlip. “I am sorry…”

  “Shh…” Christie pursed the petite girl’s lips with a finger. “That does not matter, but I would rather that we did not have this type of conversation when I am this drenched. Do not dare to ruin the mood again.”

  “I… okay…” The blonde blushed coyly, though she couldn’t hide that smile forming in her lips.

  Something that Christie had noticed was that Agatha seemed to enjoy forcefulness, which was actually a massive problem due to the small fact that she couldn’t know when she was pushing over the line. Perfect girlfriend, perfect girlfriend, the redhead smacked her lips before returning her assault on her ladylove, trying to transmute all that rage into pleasure.

  Next stop was Agatha’s tummy. Perhaps the blonde could be overly conscious of her chest size, but that stomach was just to envy. Perhaps it wasn’t demarcated by the abdominals, but it was still quite toned with beautiful, curved lines that showed the muscles on her tummy.

  Christie couldn’t help herself but land kiss upon kiss as she descended on that smooth yet hard stomach. And when she arrived at the navel, the redhead instinctively shoved her nose inside. Unfortunately, it didn’t fit inside as she had planned.

  “What are you doing?” Agatha giggled, her eyes watching her with a mixture of amusement and desire. They were no longer laden in self-deprecation.

  “Having a bit of fun,” Christie reciprocated the giggle and then circled the blonde’s navel with her tongue. Then she put the tongue inside and licked its inner walls.

  “Ah! Stop! It tickles!” Her ladylove giggled again, trying to push away the redhead’s face yet utterly failing.

  Christie snorted and finally dislodged herself. “Right, right. We cannot have that. I am supposed to please you, not tickle you.” So she went lower.

  “Ah.” Agatha let out a dry squeal as the redhead’s kisses reached her pubic area. Christie hadn’t touched anything sensitive – yet – but the notion of being close seemed to excite her ladylove a lot.

  And she didn’t blame her. For she was highly aroused too.

  “Did you depilate?” Christie asked, her hot breath swaying the few strands of short yet overly brazen hair her ladylove had in her pubic region.

  “N-no,” the blonde responded whilst softly biting her underlip. “I already told you a while ago that I do not have much hair anywhere.”

  “Oh, that certainly is a shame,” the redhead said with a hint of sadness as she rubbed the tip of her nose against those scamp hairs. Christie was discovering a lot of things about herself alongside her girlfriend, and one of them was that she liked things… dirty. Messy might be the better epithet.

  After what felt like an eternity for both of them, Christie finally reached the promised land. She was aware of how rough she had been with her ladylove’s nipples, so this time she relaxed on Agatha’s clitoris. No roughness, only soft bites and the occasional circling with the tongue.

  “Mhmm!” Agatha jerked around so violently that for a moment Christie thought she had orgasmed, but the lack of ejaculation proved otherwise.

  “Did I hurt you?” Christie asked softly.

  “N-no. Not at a-all,” her petite and beautiful girlfriend panted heavily. “That just felt very, very good.”

  Her eyes were glossy. Perhaps the redhead hadn’t managed to bring the girl to an orgasm, but she had left her very close to one. Hesitatingly, Agatha raised her head, even when she was tightly grabbing the quilt.

  “Is that not… Oh, earths!” Agatha’s voice was interrupted for a moment as Christie continued with her vocal ministrations. “Is tha-at place not d-dir-dirty?”

  The stuttering brought the nouveau riche a lot of pleasure. So great was the villager’s arousal that it overflowed and it spread to her.

  “It is not dirty at all,” Christie giggled, her mouth vaguely risen from her ladylove’s crotch. “And did you not shower a moment ago?”

  “Uhm, yes, but it still is a… F-fractures!” The blonde moaned again. “Could you stop interrupting me?”

  “Only if you stop spewing nonsense,” the redhead slightly traced a finger upwards with her nail, along the toned curves of the villager’s tummy, until she reached her breast and softly pinched it. Their difference of size allowed her to perform some… simultaneous movements that even those steamy novels didn’t account for.

  “But were you not going to teach me how to…” Agatha blushed like a carnelian. “You know?”

  “No, I do not know,” Christie grinned ferally. She was well aware what her ladylove was talking about, but she wanted to hear the words come out of her mouth.

  “I… you said you would teach me how to masturbate…” She said whilst looking away. Unfortunately, Agatha hadn’t stuttered, which made the moment less cute than Christie had planned, but it was still good enough for her.

  “We still have enough time,” the redhead grinned for one last time before going for the main plate.

  Christie pushed her tongue inside her ladylove’s vaginal entrance. Even though Agatha was nowhere near to the lapiloquist’s wetness, her pussy was still quite lubricated and full of vaginal discharge. Miss Diorite’s more… unhindered stories had made her think that female ejaculation was slightly sweet, but in reality, Christie was met with a salty tinge. More than the taste, what Christie noticed was the hotness of the liquid, but it wasn’t a taste she hated. Not in the slightest.

  By now, Agatha had devolved into a grumbling mess. The lithorist jolted and moaned, her back constantly impacting against the mattress as her crotch drew an upwards and downwards motion.

  Christie could no longer control herself upon seeing that animalistic behavior.

  She started touching herself.

  To no one’s surprise, her middle and ring finger slid easily. Too easily, in fact. Not that she was an enthusiast of lacerations, but Christie preferred a bit more… friction when toying with herself.

  The redhead started moaning from her acts of self-pleasure – her fingers digging deeper and deeper as she raised her bottom more and more – which translated in bringing extra pleasure to her ladylove. Who would have thought that the tongue vibrated when one moaned?

  “I’m close! I’m close, Christie!” Unconsciously, Agatha’s accent returned as she was on the verge of an orgasm. Though Christie couldn’t ascertain how conscious or unconscious was the act of Agatha pressing the lapiloquist’s head against her crotch.

  Christie couldn’t breathe in that posture, and she couldn’t care in the slightest. She was fully inebriated by lust as this point. One of her hands was going wild into her vagina, whilst the other was fondling her bountiful bosom with enough brutality to produce inflammations. Pain was a secondary thing now, fully relegated to pleasure.

  She only knew two things.

  To please herself.

  And to please her ladylove.

  “AH!” Agatha moaned with such potency that Christie feared that the whole estate might have heard it. If she could even care about that at this moment.

  The second her ladylove squirted on her face with enough power to shower her, release finally came to her too.

  “Mmmm!” She moaned inside the blonde’s genitalia as she squirmed herself and collapsed on the bed. “Ah… ah…” The redhead panted heavily, air having been a limited resource until now. But she didn’t allow herself to remain static for long.

  Still intoxicated by the highest of arousals, Christie softly pressed her body on top of her ladylove – emphasis in softly, otherwise she could crush her easily – and pressed her lips against hers. Even though the blonde clearly knew what was happening, Agatha opened her mouth and met Christie’s tongue with hers. Not quite the longest and messiest kiss they had shared, but certainly the lewdest. That alone made Christie’s vagina jolt in excitement all over again.

  “So,” the redhead panted again. It wasn’t that great of an idea to exchange a long kiss after being suffocated. “What does it taste like?” She questioned with the lewdest of smiles.

  “Hmm, a bit salty,” the mock sapphire revealed with a mocking grin.

  “And what about this?” Christie pressed two drenched fingers – so much so that they started to get wrinkled – against her ladylove’s lips.

  The redhead hadn’t told the blonde anything, but when she saw her eyes shot wide open, it was clear that Agatha deciphered what had happened. And then she took those fingers inside of her petite mouth and sucked on them as if her life depended on it.

  Crown in the heavens! Christie cursed internally, her fractured womb trembling with excitement. Oh, earths… She giggled both internally and externally as Agatha suckled on her like a babe. I almost came from that. Hehehe…

  It wouldn’t be an understatement to say that act of unbridled lust, of licking her ejaculate-laden fingers as if they were the greatest of delicacies, brought her more excitement than anything her ladylove could have done. She actually had to retrieve her fingers as Agatha just kept sucking on them with no end in sight.

  “And how did that taste?” The redhead traced her lips with her tongue. They were still salty from the blonde’s massive squirting.

  “Hmm~” Agatha visually mapped her palate with her ejaculation-soaked tongue. “A bit sweet?” She said with the utmost radiant of smiles, which made Christie shiver copiously shiver with excitement.

  “Oh~” The redhead couldn’t contain her moans as she traced her ladylove’s bare chest. “It seems my sweet tooth has been useful for something.”

  “I do not know if the two are related…” The blonde giggled awkwardly and then caressed the nouveau riche’s face. “Depths! I have soaked you entirely!” Her blush after realizing that was orgasmic.

  “That means I have been able to pleasure you well, just as you wanted.”

  “Perhaps a bit too well… You have drained me, Christie.”

  “Drained you?” The tall girl snickered and stood up from the bed. “Nonsense. You are just dehydrated. Luckily for us, I always have water in my nightstand.” She poured a glass for her girlfriend.

  Gingerly, Agatha accepted it and drank from it. “Uhm, could we rest?” She suggested, already expecting what was going to happen.

  “Of course, but I still have a lesson or two to teach you,” Christie softly caressed Agatha’s smooth cheeks with the back of her fingers. “After all, the night is still young.”

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