<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7kbSQT6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Heather Donald | "Highlights"<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest on outskirts of property<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 6. - 11:30 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Oral dedication. :) - x rated<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nothing<br/><hr/><em>‘Alright, this is delicious.’</em>Heather was lost. She hadn’t tasted pussy in over a month. She had tasted Rogue through the silk sheet, but there had been no contact, no real flavor that wasn’t a part of another flavor. She was buried deep, and she was enjoying herself. Heather had a lot of experience with this, not only with her own body, but she had practice with her mouth and hands pleasing women.<br/><br/>Everyone was different, that much was a fact, but pussy’s had a consistency to them that Heather enjoyed. That was in two ways. They tasted delicious to her, and they weren’t nearly as complicated or as mysterious as men made them out to be. There a lot of parts, but Heather had memorized them by now. She had both hands on Heather’s asscheeks, pulling the other young woman’s body up and into her. Heather wasn’t a strong girl, but she had enough passion in her at the moment to lift Kitty a few inches off of the ground. She felt the strength in her core and her arms and she saw a few of the same stars that the brunette was seeing.<br/><br/>She spelled out a few letters, but only the ones that she liked to use, a capitol ‘I’, and the lower cased ‘i’, Both the ‘J’, and the ‘j’ were fun variations on that. Capital ‘D’s, functioned well, either correctly traced, or backwards to equal out the sides. She applied pressure to Kitty’s core no matter what letter she was making with different parts of her lovely little face. She was moving rather slow for how intense she was being. Rhythm was a key for her, and she made sure to follow it. She never seemed to slow down though, as methodical as she was being, she definitely seemed like she was speeding up at some sort of undetermined interval.<br/><br/>Heather moaned as she worked, and struggled to breath through her own driving behavior. She took a few moments every now and the to find some oxygen. When she did, she let Kitty down. The second time she caught to catch her breathe, she brought her hand under Kitty’s leg and playfully prodded at the hot center of Kitty’s body. She looked up into the other girl’s eyes. Her own had adjusted pretty well.<strong>“How am I doing?”</strong>Heather asked a retorical question as she slid her middle finger slowly inside. It was delicate and careful, each knuckle seemed to cause a bit more restriction. Heather smiled as her thumb found Kitty’s clitoris with ease. Heather worked more calmly than her tongue had, and she kissed at the soft skin under Kitty’s navel.<br/><br/>She was humming, feeling the need to sink down again, to go back to work, but she wanted to hear Kitty make an effort to speak. She wasn’t really expecting a real coherent response. If she was at all successful, Kitty should have been riding high and thirsty for more, but she needed to hear it for herself. Her hand was busy as the other centered itself on Kitty’s ass, she was still holding tight, but not lifting yet. She nibbled gently on that lovely softness and glanced upward with an innocent expression of ignorance.