<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Elaine would see Larissa's cheeks redden, not in arousal, but marked embarrassment - the ancestor dwelling within her had...struck a few chords. Though it was hardly due to the images she had flooded her mind with - Larissa particularly savored the thought or being spitroasted and held aloft and sandwiched between two giving bodies.<br/><br/>No, it had been the comment on her jealousy. Larissa had learned very early that she had the pick or the litter when it came to partners. Between her authority and beauty little that she sought was out of her reach when it came to sex. ...perhaps she never felt jealous before was that some part or her knew Elaine wouldn't exercise her side of the agreement.<br/><br/>A new wave of pettiness washed over her. She couldn't help but feel like a hypocrite.<br/><br/><em>I guess I've never been good at sharing...</em><br/><br/>One of her hands drew back from Elaine's hips and gripped her shaft anew. She fell into a slow, tender pace, easing herself in. She stroked Elaine, her hand traveling up to the tip as she hilted herself in.<br/><br/>"That's right, I'm your mistress, Elaine," Larissa cooed. "Don't ever forget that."