<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/jYdj2xR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Highlights" - Heather Donald (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12949159#msg12949159)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>TV room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 7th - basically midnight (morning of 8th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Medusa - CLOSED -<br/><strong>Content:</strong>mature, sexually explicit. Heather licks pussy, the inside of Abi's mouth, and then Abi's asshole in order. She's also fingering her pussy with two fingers now... Oh. She thinks about Rogue for a flash of a second, but that passes.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These smexy sweats (http://i.imgur.com/4mvSxN7.jpg) - Black Knee Sucks<br/><hr/>She was in a whirlwind. Heather didn’t know what to expect to happen. She thought she might be down there with her tongue against Abigail’s pussy for the next couple hours. It just felt right. Something about this girl’s disposition, her flavor, the way she controlled Heather freely. Heather was happily grinding her face against Abi. She was devoted, still slowly fingering the blonde, teasing her toward another orgasm. The wonderful sounds of Abi’s throat spasming and losing control through her moans were entrancing. Heather usually had one hand down inside of her pants, but she wasn’t even thinking about that right now. She just wanted to lick pussy for as long as possible. It was surprisingly peaceful. The only pain was a stiff tongue and a burning sensation in her wrist. Unlike sucking cock, she didn’t have to fight through the pain. It was just… pleasant.<br/><br/>She’d heard Abi request another charge. Heather didn’t act on it right away though, she wanted to make it a surprise later when Abigail least suspected it. For now, she was actually being pulled upward. She actually whimpered as her lips were pulled upward, away from the sweet dessert pair of pussy lips that she’d been lapping over like an ice cream cone.<br/><br/>The warm peaks and valley’s of Abi’s body underneath her as she slowly made her way up to the blonde's face was a good trip. Her one hand landed on Abi’s right breast, pressing it down against the blonde’s ribs. Her other hand slowly made a trail of pussy juice from her lower lips up to the middle of her torso, where it stayed, clutching and kneading at the other girl’s tummy.<br/><br/><strong>“You taste like sweet leaf…”</strong>Heather’s mouth was lingering over her collarbone as she said that, still being pulled up.<strong>“No.” </strong>They kissed once, Heather’s wet lips slippery and fragrant of Abi’s core. She giggled as they kissed. Heather shoved her tongue into Abi’s, forcing the blonde to taste her own mango flavor. The kiss broke, and Heather tried to give her a better answer.<strong> “It’s a little tart.”</strong>She had a thinking face on as she licked her lips.<strong>“It’s so distinct, but I can’t remember what it is… Honeydew, no…”</strong>They kissed again, Heather was in heaven. She wished everything in life could be this simple. But in the moment, this was everything in her life. She was a horrible person.<br/><br/>Giggling, Heather admitted defeat,<strong>“I don’t know. I’ll figure it out later.”</strong>She wasn’t too concerned with putting the perfect title on Abigail’s flavor. She didn’t really care. She just wanted to make the other girl scream.<br/><br/>Abigail was in control, Heather liked it that way. When she was told that ‘Abi wasn’t done with her’, she mewled and her pussy ached in response. Her lip sank in between her lips before she spoke.<strong>“I'm a little whore…”</strong>She whispered into Abigail’s ear.<strong>“Use me....”</strong><br/><br/>Heather recieved her instructions, Abi repositioned her body and gave Heather her instructions.<br/><br/>The rainbow haired mutant was on her knees, watching Abi turn around onto her stomach. As the two girls played into the night, Heather finally had a moment to think about what was happening. She looked around her, her naked tits being licked by the cold air of the tv room. No one was around them, the light was dim, and dancing from the glow and fast action cuts of the movie that was still playing. Heather giggled and ran her hands through her hair.<strong>“Fuck… This is crazy..”</strong>she whispered to herself.<br/><br/>Rogue’s crying face flashed over her consciousness and she felt a sudden panic in her stomach.<em>‘Don’t’ - ‘I won’t.’</em>Heather looked down at Abigail's waiting body.<br/><br/>She straightened the expression in her face, blinked a few times, and sank down. Heather took both ass cheeks in her hands and massaged them in a circle. Every few seconds, she pulled the ass cheeks apart and got a light look at the asshole between them. Heather lowered down further, putting her legs behind her, and putting her face directly over the blonde’s ass. She brought one hand between Abi’s thighs and slid two fingers into her pussy. She had her palm down, so that she could curl her fingers down into Abi’s g-spot. Her other hand pulled the left ass cheek away.<br/><br/>Heather’s lips came down as hot as ever. Abigail’s ass popped, it was a perfect shape, just strong enough to creat that bubbly shape, and just small enough to give Heather easy access to the puckered pleasure spot inside. Her lips wrapped around the entrance, and her tongue slipped out to land against the hole. She did little circles, pressing hard. Her sore tongue kept working, she tried to poke her tongue inside, but she focused on the motion of it, the little circles, the careful accuracy.<br/><br/>She moaned, Heather sank her face down even further, practically suffocating herself with Abi’s ass. Her head started to jerk back and forth. Her face was doing enough work to keep the girl’s ass cheeks apart, so she didn’t need either hand for that.<br/><br/>Her left hand moved around Abi, and hugged her waist tightly, as if she might have been crying into a friend’s shoulder. Her whole arm wrapped around Abi and held the girl to her tightly, closely, as hard as she could squeeze. Her two middle fingers continued to slam and slide in and out of Abi’s tightness. Heather was moaning, grunting, slapping her lips and tongue about the tight rear entrance of her new blonde friend.<br/><br/>Heather hand never much liked to have her asshole licked. But, she did enjoy it when it happened. She liked to have her asshole fucked, but she couldn’t do that to Abi. She could only do this, and she was enjoying herself. The taste was different than Abi’s pink lips, but there was so much pussy juice slathered down in that area, that the tart flavor of mango was still the only thing on her pallet.