@dignationisdomina replied to your post:
snrk
I should have just stayed in bed.
Condy's there waiting for her, and as per usual, she's not wearing her old Imperial wetsuit. At this stage, she only breaks that out for special occasions; instead she's wearing a tank top and a pair of panties, not bothering to truly get dressed for Wendy's arrival. On seeing the woman, she grins, leaning down and hooking her finger into the D-ring at the front of her collar to bring her up for a kiss, having to stoop down due to the height difference between them.
"Good gill, real punctual. Dress off, on your knees."
Upon seeing Condy, the Queen’s face goes bright red. She’d already been flustered on the way here, but the sight of the Condesce always drove her wild, no matter the attire. She let out a happy little mewl as they kissed, &, when ordered, stripped out of her dress in record time before sinking to her knees, beaming up at her massive Mistress.
All Condy has to do while Wendy strips down is fish her bulge out of her panties, already half-hard just from the sight of her scantily-clad guest. While Wendy's excitement is always more visible... Condy likes seeing her, too. Cock in hand, Condy stands over the carapacian, letting the heavy head of her shaft slap against Condy's cheeks lightly.
"Ain't gonna bother asking if you forgot how to suck dick while you've been away. We both know you kept practised." She says, looking imperiously downwards. "So get to work."
No matter how many times she sees it, the sight of Condy’s bulge always filled the Queen with a sense of awe. No sooner had Condy given the order than Wendy opened wide, taking the cock inside her mouth & beginning to worship it. Her plump, pillowy lips (which almost look like they’ve gotten bigger?) glide along the shaft as she bobs back & forth, rapidly making her way down the length until she reaches it’s base, the massive member sliding into her throat. Moaning around Condy’s cock as she masterfully fellates it at an almost feverish pace, looking up into Condy’s eyes, her own filled with blissful adoration.
Similarly, there's no amount of times someone can get a blowjob from someone like the Queen where it won't be a transcendental experience every time-- and this time it's been long enough that Condy isn't even able to mask it, letting out a low groan of pleasure as she's taken to the base almost straight away.
"Atta gill..." She murmurs, her hand cupping possessively at the woman's face while she bobs her head. She's still deciding if she'll actually let this continue to her climax, or if she wants to let that be something Wendy has to earn... until then, she can get a bit of variety, letting the Queen's pace continue for a good few moments before she speaks again. "Aight, use your tits. Tell me how much you missed this bulge..."
