Elisa glimpsed maliciously intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame, then, silence. Lips crushed together, brain lit of fire; the contact obliterated every thought in a lip-puckering, tongue-tickling moment. For the first time in forever Elisa's mind had locked into present, worries evaporating like the light summer shower onto a blossoming tree. Her usual mode of hurrying from one thing to another was suspended. Drunk on endorphins; a numbing euphoria settling deep within her sex-flustered mind, her hands moved robotically under the ridged layers of Dolly to feel her personalized, perfect softness. She savored her lips and the intermingling of their billowing breaths, eyes dulling, deep, like the tranquillity of a still lake, timidly glaring through the thick carpet of hair now occupying her vision, allowing but a single, lust-loaded eye to gleam through. With the merest hint of a coy smile underneath the surface of the smothering, she tugged herself in, careless to the recognition of her total loss of control. Instead, she was afforded an instance of timeless clarity.<br/><br/>To her bafflement, she was maddeningly attracted to the wicked woman before her, and began in earnest almost promptly upon the realisation. She pressed her oral foyer against the seam of her lips, and at the grant of access, delved deep inside her boiling-cauldron-mouth. She gave the opposite’s tongue a vigorous stroke with her own; efficient, like a cat's grooming, a thousand brain impulses erupting at once upon the first, wetly-slick impact. It was sloppy, strong scented. It sore through her, fiery like a branding iron, mind shattering like a mirror, easily conceding to the pleasure on a whim, swept away by a sudden engulfing desire. It told her, with a relentless determination, to throat-fuck Dolly's slender neck into oblivion, to wrestle her woeful tongue to the floor of her mouth, to grope and grab every nook and cranny of her deprived body. And so, in her renewed, fuck-friendly state, she complied.<br/><br/>A universe of heat curdled between her thighs, boiling over and shooting through every limb. Elisa's body went rigid with surprise as trembles shook her body and the euphoric warmth bloomed violently within her, with only her and the unwashed witch in any definition at all. She was breathless with delight, thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of her affection. She spent her time studying the subtle curves and soft lines of Dolly while her knees juddered underneath the tyrannical regime. A blush deepen under her scrutiny, demanding, smoldering, crushing her body to hers, hungry. She slanted her head further, deepening the kiss, one hand settling sweetly within the hollow cavern of Dolly's nape while the other dipped around to relish in the ample backside of her unlikely partner in crime.