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She took one of Zara's hands and pressed it to her breast. "You're going to be useless by the time I'm done with you." Her low tone caused Zara to swallow hard.
Eager fingers worked the buttons of Joanna's white shirt as her mouth trailed lower with every exposure. Zara trailed her lips between the lace of Joanna's bra and onto her stomach, savouring the sensation and taste of her skin as she shifted.
Hands roamed slowly over her torso, down her hips and up the front of her thighs before Zara felt a hand in her hair, pulling her back up to Joanna's eye level. They kissed again and Zara's fingers crept to Joanna's back, under the shirt in search of the hook.
"It fastens at the front." Joanna breathed, causing her to pull up short and glance down. Sure enough, a gold clasp, masked as decal, held the garment place. Zara unclipped it without hesitation and pushed the material away. Everything about her screamed elegance and her two mauve peeked swells were no exception.
Instinctively, Zara took one into her mouth, moaning as she sucked gently on the hard flesh. Wetting her fingers, she stimulated the other, teasing the crinkled area. Joanna's murmur at the simultaneous assault spurred the girl on as she lost herself in the Professor.
Tentatively, her free hand snuck down Joanna's body and without warning she pressed it firmly into the woman's crotch; feeling the warmth burn through her trousers. Joanna gasped her mane and tightened the grip of her hair as Zara's fingers caressed the dampness.
"Mouth. Now." Joanna eventually growled, pulling the girl back up by the hair.
"May I take these off?" Zara teased, fingers slipping into the waistband of Joanna's tight pants.
"I would encourage it." She snapped impatiently.
Within moments, Zara was drinking Joanna in, her own arousal growing at the sight. Standing, elbow's resting on the worktop behind her, Joanna's body almost glowed in the dim light. Her white shirt and matching bra hung casually from her shoulders, revealing the majority of her torso; long legs completely bare, her trousers and brogues strewn on the tiled floor. Zara went to speak, but the words caught in her throat as she fixated on the Professor's lace encased sex.
"Come here, Zara." Despite now having two inches on Joanna, Zara felt considerably smaller in the commanding presence and without hesitation, stepped forward. Joanna kissed her hard before giving the girl a reassuring look. Zara nodded; the eagerness flashing across her face was all Joanna needed.
"Down." Joanna snarled slowly, a single fingertip applying pressure to the young woman's shoulder...
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Eager fingers worked the buttons of Joanna's white shirt as her mouth trailed lower with every exposure. Zara trailed her lips between the lace of Joanna's bra and onto her stomach, savouring the sensation and taste of her skin as she shifted.
Hands roamed slowly over her torso, down her hips and up the front of her thighs before Zara felt a hand in her hair, pulling her back up to Joanna's eye level. They kissed again and Zara's fingers crept to Joanna's back, under the shirt in search of the hook.
"It fastens at the front." Joanna breathed, causing her to pull up short and glance down. Sure enough, a gold clasp, masked as decal, held the garment place. Zara unclipped it without hesitation and pushed the material away. Everything about her screamed elegance and her two mauve peeked swells were no exception.
Instinctively, Zara took one into her mouth, moaning as she sucked gently on the hard flesh. Wetting her fingers, she stimulated the other, teasing the crinkled area. Joanna's murmur at the simultaneous assault spurred the girl on as she lost herself in the Professor.
Tentatively, her free hand snuck down Joanna's body and without warning she pressed it firmly into the woman's crotch; feeling the warmth burn through her trousers. Joanna gasped her mane and tightened the grip of her hair as Zara's fingers caressed the dampness.
"Mouth. Now." Joanna eventually growled, pulling the girl back up by the hair.
"May I take these off?" Zara teased, fingers slipping into the waistband of Joanna's tight pants.
"I would encourage it." She snapped impatiently.
Within moments, Zara was drinking Joanna in, her own arousal growing at the sight. Standing, elbow's resting on the worktop behind her, Joanna's body almost glowed in the dim light. Her white shirt and matching bra hung casually from her shoulders, revealing the majority of her torso; long legs completely bare, her trousers and brogues strewn on the tiled floor. Zara went to speak, but the words caught in her throat as she fixated on the Professor's lace encased sex.
"Come here, Zara." Despite now having two inches on Joanna, Zara felt considerably smaller in the commanding presence and without hesitation, stepped forward. Joanna kissed her hard before giving the girl a reassuring look. Zara nodded; the eagerness flashing across her face was all Joanna needed.
"Down." Joanna snarled slowly, a single fingertip applying pressure to the young woman's shoulder...
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