#santwalsh

"hey there, honey,"

the purr of emery's voice startled trinity, her head launching up from her place on the pillow. a string of drool dripped from her lip, and emery watched it fall, as grey bloomed on white. the only response trinity could manage was a pathetic whimper followed by an even more sad arch of her back. or at least an attempt at one.

emery stepped closer to the bed, dragging her hand across the sheets.

"ohh, mommy left you such a mess, didn't she?" she clicked her tongue in disapproval. "she needs to learn her manners, don't you agree?"

again, nothing more than a whimper elicited from trinity.

poor thing was so far gone, her thoughts all gone to focusing on the vibration to her soaked cunt as her hips mindlessly swiveled and bucked against its massages.

a hand rested on trinity's stomach as emery finally met her destination at the head of the bed. the skin was hot to the touch, a delicious sheen of sweat dripping off her.

(emery fought every urge she had to lick it all up, and bury her nose in the scent of it)

"well, i think you deserve a treat for putting up with all of this. such a good girl."

that instantly earned another buck, and a punched out moan, more powerful than her pathetic little whimpers moments earlier.

emery couldn't help but chuckle, "patience, baby. just lay there and be good, hm?"

her hand drifted down, down south, sad little "please"'s babbling out from trinity, as emery shushed her.