"Abby... you're so tight, I..." Kate gasped out, beginning to slowly move back and forth. For her grim and surly exterior, Kate was a surprisingly gentle lover -- her breath was hot on the back of Abigail's neck as her rigid shaft slid back and forth, sawing tightly against those slick walls. Her rhythm stayed steady for a while, getting slightly deeper and more firm with each thrust but staying at an even, sensual pace.<br/><br/>One hand kept the goth girl held up on the couch, her long, pinkish hair hanging down around Abby's head, while the other hand wandered. It caressed up and down the other girl's back, her sides, her soft hips, her thighs... exploring her hostess's young body while she slowly fucked her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>