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the blonde spent the first day swimming and sunbathing, returning to their shared hotel room at his insistence so they could get ready for dinner. he picked out her outfit, told her how to do her make-up, and she obliged. as she always did. "i'm so lucky," bridgette cooed to his coworkers before taking her seat beside @bitingdcwn at the expansive table. "he takes such good care of me." she flashed a smile, a hand coming to rest on his thigh; just out of view of anyone else but direct enough when it came to making him feel special.

it almost felt like she was his, the way she gushed to his co-workers who all wore big smiles. for all they knew, they were just close. he was her step-father. it made sense. her hand on his thigh made his head turn, as he reached for the menu on the table and drew it towards him, taking inventory of what they'd be eating tonight. his larger hand grasped hers, holding her hand as he moved their joined ones subtly over to her thigh instead. "she deserves it," he laughed as he peered at his co-workers again. "best thing that ever happened to me." his thumb rubbed the back of her hand, until he let go, fingers brushing over her bare thigh now instead.

carys seemed to be accustomed to getting what she wanted, and who was bridgette to tell her otherwise? being the pawn of an heiress certainly had its perks. she couldn't complain when she was being flown out to beautiful destinations, was shopping with no credit limit, and got to experience the finer things for the time in her life. all she had to do was be at carys' every beck and call, which she didn't mind doing in the first place. the blonde had been waiting for the other, laying naked on the giant california king bed, fingers tracing across her soft skin. like a vision in the setting sun. when carys entered the room, she spread herself wide, ready to take, desperate for the woman she'd been aching for all day long. bridgette watched as carys put the strap on, kissing her deeply when she was within reach. cerulean hues fell between them as the fake cock teased her cunt, already dripping with need. "carys, please… put it inside me." her begging usually worked, usually pleased the brunette's ego; and when she obliged, bridgette let out long, satisfied moan. "oh fuck, yeah. just like that."

there was certainly no downside to being carys' plaything, at least not in her eyes. she was... an acquired taste to some. harsh, occasionally. demanding about what she wanted and most importantly, deviously nasty in the bedroom, but as far as she could tell bridgette appreciated that much. she'd kept her waiting for too long and even she was feeling some of that impatience, the haughty, self-important way she held herself marred by annoyance from her day interacting with those she didn't care for. that had certainly impacted her choice of strap ons, the thickest of them hanging off her hips as she teased her entrance until she was sliding it into her inch by inch. "i hope you weren't betting on me being gentle with this one," she began, getting closer to the blonde as she pushed it deeper, hands pushing her back into the plush bed underneath her. "you can take it, can't you? my little slut won't mind if i take out my anger on her a little?" her brows lifted, hands planting themselves on either side of her thighs as she began to thrust inside her. it wasn't like she really was expecting anything other than obedience, but still.

jordan felt like a virgin in comparison to felicia's escapades, having always listened to stories of what the other had been doing with a keen curiosity that often left the blonde turned on but unable to satisfy herself. it wasn't the same; touching yourself, using toys when what you craved was the real thing. all jordan could do now was follow the signals of both of their bodies. when the woman beneath her arched up, the blonde rubbed herself against her, using her thigh between felicia's legs in order to cause a pleasant friction. she rubbed herself back and forth, whining when she noticed felicia swirl her tongue, gasping when she felt a gentle tug or bite. jordan wanted the sensations to last forever but the idea of being without any layers between them sounded hotter. "lets take our clothes off," she whispered, waiting for felicia to pause before pulling away. "can we? d-do you want to?" cerulean hues flickered with insecurity, unsure as to whether or not she was doing the right thing by potentially ruining a friendship for one night of her own desperate, lusted cravings. a hand slid between them, grazing over felicia's panties in order to prove they both wanted more. "because i really, really do."

it had been a long, long time since felicia had done anything so... horny and juvenile, but something about jordan told her she hadn't experienced this before, the rush of touching another girl in bed late at night. she'd left that time behind for more raunchy and straightforward exploits, but it was a return to the thrill she'd thought she'd lost to grind against each other in search of delicious friction. the way she proposed stripping down with such nervous energy almost made felicia want to laugh, releasing her nipple with a pop as she nodded. "yeah, i wanna take our clothes off, jordy. i want you to feel how wet i am under those." she said, shivering at just the sensation of her fingers over the fabric. rolling them slightly, she pulled back to strip herself down hastily, her body warm and flushed as she crawled back over to the blonde, running her hand up her thigh delicately. "so pretty." she cooed, before encouraging her to come close to her once more, dark hair splaying out on the bed as she laid back. "come here. come touch." one of her hands ran down her body, showing off to jordan and trying to tempt her.

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