This was Fanya's moment. This is what she wanted (wasn't it?). Fanya stretched... no, arched her body back against the bed and when Becca's eyes met hers, they smoldered for what was about to come. Fanya's arms stretched back behind her head, which made her heaving chest that much more inviting for Becca's hand and mouth. Her dark nipples,  almost purple against her red skin, protruded out from her flesh, desiring to be caressed and licked by Becca's ministrations. Her supple muscles in her arms, thighs and stomach rippled as she stretched herself out for the predator above her. Her ass quivered in Becca's kneading hand. It was at this moment that Fanya closed her eyes. Secretly inside in the deepest recesses her mind, she wished her wrists were tied to the bed posts. She wanted to be taken and used. To have someone do something to her that their will dictated and for her to have literally no control over what happened next. It was everything opposite of what she strived to accomplish everyday.<br/><br/>When Becca's moaned and slid down between Fanya's legs, she wondered just how this woman got her body paint, not only to stick to her skin within smear during sex, but also to be painted so exquisitly between her folds. Erotically enough, the woman was still pink inside the right places. The motion of Becca's hands against Fanya's knees, splaying her sex out in front of her face to be... to be whatever Becca wanted to do with it, made Fanya cream as her juices dripped down the crack of her ass. Fanya herself moaned in pleasure, a deep dark growl of need. Her scent of arousal seemed to make Becca come to her, her long licks causing Fanya to raise her hips up with each stroke of Becca's tongue. When Becca added her swirl to her clit, a "little" climax hit her and racked her body stiff, the walls in her depths clenching, unfortunately, on nothing, her muscles stretching and tensing, then releasing, repeatedly, splashing Becca on her face in surprise while Fanya's eyes were squeezed shut. "<span style="color: purple">fuck! moooooore!</span>" came out in a deep hoarse voice of need.  Her hips continued to buck up and down and against Becca's face. That was just a little one, and there were more coming in hot on the heels of that one, Fanya's hands gripped and ripped the bed sheets off the bed in preparation for the ride to come.<br/><br/>Fanya was lost in her primal instinct and the point of no return had been crossed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>