<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>Heather is exposed from the hips up. She has almost forgotten where she is completely. She assaults Abi and kisses her aggresively, but modest tongue stuff. She feels up Abi trying to find a possible bra.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>These smexy sweats (http://i.imgur.com/4mvSxN7.jpg) - Black Knee Sucks<br/><hr/>Heather laughed when Abi brought up the Roses, and what she might taste like elsewhere.<strong>“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” </strong>She looked down at where her pussy should have been. This felt so intimate, Abigail was talking about tasting her there, it was almost strange for it to be covered by her clothing. Their kisses were something more passionate than she expected.<br/><br/>There was something desperate in the air. Heather didn’t realize how badly she needed someone to push her around a bit. It was freeing to be held down and forced upon. She hummed into Abi’s mouth and squeezed her tightly. Heather had less control than her current blonde partner had. When she felt the nip on her neck, her nails sank in on both hands. She moaned, and almost yipped in reaction. Instead her voice just cracked and she groaned inwardly to try and hate the sounds of her excitement.<br/><br/><strong>“You’re incredible…”  </strong>Heather was actually stunned. She hadn’t been kissed like this in a long time. And she was getting it from someone who looked like she wanted to be held down and fucked just as badly as Heather did. They were both petite women, and being soft in each other’s arms like this was truly addicting. It was more than exciting, Heather wanted to push the limit, she wanted to take her own pants off. She wanted to shove her hand down her panties and work on herself. The boundaries were fading away quickly, and the onslaught of Abigail’s hungry mouth was holding her back from thinking long enough to put any action together.<br/><br/>It had gone from something relatively innocent, to something primal and unstoppable very quickly. Heather was in shambles, she wouldn’t have been able to stop this if she wanted it. Heather had never been outright violated before, but there were some questionable times in her past. This was nothing like that, she’d invited this for sure. Abigail was very forceful, and Heather was appreciative. She enjoyed being dominated and pushed around. She liked it when her clothes were ripped away, when her hair was pulled, when she was held down and controlled. It was the only real kink that worked in any situation at any time.<br/><br/>So, as her clothing started to pull away, her hoody followed shortly by her shirt, she found herself exposed, and she loved it. Her young breasts were b-cups, large for her petite frame, plump firm and tight against her chest at the moment. They were so pert at the moment, it ached. Her nipples were soft pink circles, nearly flawless skin from her forehead down to every exposed part of her frame. She was breathing heavily and her tits were moving with her. Her eyes drifted open, her hair a mess, arms above her head, no make up, smiling, eyes lidded and looking up.<br/><br/>Still amazed by the sudden explosion of chemistry between them, Heather let out a ragged exhale and spoke,<strong>“Oh, Abi…” </strong>She looked around for a moment and remembered where she was. The movie was still playing. She giggled and watched as the blonde drifted away from her, forcing her to chase after her across the couch. The curling finger actually made Heather’s mouth slide open and she moaned, hissing on the inhale before launching off of her back.<br/><br/>Heather didn’t hesitate at all. Her smile widened and she leaped from her place. Her hips landed against the Abigail’s inner thighs. She ran her hands underneath the fabric of her shirt and leaned in deeply for another kiss. Heather nibbled softly at Abi’s lower lip and softly urged their upper bodies together again. The sensation of her bare breasts against Abigail was entirely chill inducing. Her core heated up and flexed inward. An ache was white hot in her tummy, she was empty, and her body hated it. She was lifting Abi’s shirt slowly with her forearms as her modest tongue toured the backside of Abi’s lips. She reached for breast, hoping to find a missing bra on the blonde as well.<br/><br/>Heather found the breast as her lips smacked. She broke the kiss as she learned what Abi was hiding under her shirt, leaning back a moment to create some space. Her cheeks, neck, and her breasts were all flushed and glowing red. Her lower lip was in her teeth, biting down, she made herself even warmer between her thighs.<br/><strong>    </strong><br/><strong>“What do you want me to taste first?” </strong>