Freya swallowed hard, just like dance floor at the club. Only with more pussy.<br/><br/>She could do this right?<br/><br/>Freya stepped forward and snatched up her wineglass, downed it.<br/><br/>A glance over at Melody, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Eyes back on Morgan, another step forward. Her wash bag and therefore her wash cloth was further away with each step, who was she kidding, she was so going to do this.<br/><br/>"I choose you Freyachu." She muttered to herself very quietly, put the wineglass back down on the little coffee table and took another four smaller steps, landing herself at the edge of the bed.<br/><br/>Kneeling she found herself suddenly staring. This close she could smell Morgan, her mouth was watering, which was odd. She was throbbing so very, very hard.<br/><br/>She reached out a shaking hand and very gently moved first one leg then the other out of the way and crawled a little more onto the bed, bringing her face to within a foot from the target.<br/><br/>Morgan smelled musky and sweet and frankly amazing. Freya was committed at this point, she had to. Couldn't stop.<br/><br/>Another few inches, she found herself staring again, just taking it all in.<br/><br/>Barely two inches away now and a big deep breath, the smell was amazing, Freya felt a twinge deep in her own loins.<br/><br/>A lap, slow, delicate, careful, experimental, just right where Morgan's leg met her lips. A glance up to make sure that this wasn't a horrible mistake and Morgan wasn't looking daggers at her.