<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)<br/>Stonewall | Jackson Stewart (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=298984.msg14626760#msg14626760)</div>Jackson shivers lightly at the kisses and touches as Hope strips her, one stitch at a time, and finds her hands gripping the padded seat of the chair behind her for balance as her toes curl, her abs tighten, her whole body trembles at the teasing touches turning slowly to firm kisses.  Hope's perfect form before her, her ethereal beauty-- and her hungry, appreciative gaze on Jax's own bare, pale body-- arouse the redhead so much that when her bra comes free and falls away, the swells of her breasts are peaked by her hardened, pink nipples like tiny, pink cherries on twin scoops of vanilla cream.  And down her long torso, firm and girlish in a way, but with the sensual curves of a woman, her breath swells and contracts the statuesque turns of her form like living milk.<br/><br/>Oh, and she's a natural read-head for sure, and though she hasn't been waxed-- apparently, some things are impractically difficult in the desert-- she does keep herself trimmed neatly down there.  She has a young woman's sex, it seems, and she apparently feels a bit hungry to let Hope see it, now, but doesn't throw her legs wide in some vulgar display... at least, not yet.  The soft, short-cropped hair forms a naturally thin nest of copper, just a shade more blondish-brown than that of her fiery mane, obstructing little of her soft, and damp-looking outer folds like a young woman's demure mouth... only the slightest parting visible as she shifts her foot aside on the small area rug under their feet, her outer lips are a bit small, and the edge of her inner folds glisten like the lids of a peeking eye.<br/><br/>Jackson's breasts, when she leans forward to embrace Hope's face to her breastbone, are just big enough to be soft and welcoming, to nuzzle between, as Jax's hand slips up along the base of Hope's golden locks and entwines her fingers into them.  "Just so," she murmurs, and kisses the girl's face in a warm, intensifying spiral of heat that grows wetter and fuller from moment to moment, from each gentle delving probe of her tongue to the next, until she sucks Hope's lower lip between her teeth and lets it scrape its way free... hands running wild to explore Hope's bare body and memorize it, worship it with palms, fingertips, and the heft of her hands.  Her eyes flutter open as she cups both Hope's breasts and leans back, marveling at the sight of her from her the part of her hair to the crest of each nipple, at the utter contrast between their two bodies and the loveliness of them pressed together.<br/><br/>"Bedroom's back there," she says with labored breath, her arousal evident from the squirming press of her body to the heat that rises from her skin, and gives a subtle tip of her head toward one doorway, giving a soft, panting laugh and kissing Hope once more.