@xhelenaxleblancx
HEAVINESS in her throat. DRYNESS at her lips. She licked across CHAPPED FLESH and gave a HARD SWALLOW. And then her TREACHEROUS BREATH betrayed her. Daring to SHUDDER ON FREE absent permission as she gazed upon her phone. Black eyes were LOCKED. Somehow only managing to DARKEN with... SOMETHING. (LUST.) Helena had sent a FEW pictures. Each one more NAKED than her last. First her shirt was gone. Baring ROCK HARD NIPPLES -- Pierced right on through. Then she was rolled onto all fours, jeans halfway down her thighs. Piercing GLISTENING with her juices as it peeked out from between DRENCHED FOLDS. And the last was her sister SPREAD EAGLED. Fingers already RUBBING CIRCLES into her clit. And--
--CRASH!!
Hand retreated to her arm. Nails scoring DEEP into her skin. Eyes were now trained on where Delilah had FLUNG her phone across the room. Her CONDEMNABLE phone with those CONDEMNABLE PICTURES. (That she wouln’t DELETE.) It buzzed again and again. AND AGAIN. And Delilah started to SHAKE. She couldn’t look. It wasn’t NATURAL. Scratching picked up. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. If she could to SEVEN, the feeling would go away. That was how this worked -- RIGHT? One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Why wasn’t it working it? WHY WASN’T IT WORKING? One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. WHY WASN’T IT GOING AWAY? One. Two. Three. Four. Fi--
DELILAH: I thought we’d talked ‘bout this, sissy? DELILAH: About how...
She bit her lip. She didn’t NEED to finish that text. Not that she COULD finish that text. Eyes just glowered at the text screen. Was CRACKING with the sheer FORCE of the throw. But that was HARDLY the most notable OBSERVATION right now. After all, despite Delilah’s texts. Those PITCH DARK EYES just couldn’t stop TRAVELLING NORTH.
