<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u4B6UwM.jpg?1)   </div><strong>Name</strong>Fetter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters gym<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mecha, open<br/>Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/><br/>During the crescendo of Cassy's pleasure, Ally follows like a shadow, urging and writhing with every wanting sound of pleasure and every hungry shift of Cassy's hips, thighs, and sex.  Wetness floods her mouth, and she intensifies, and when she feels Cassy coming-- a fact reassured by her quivering, gasping voice, confirming what Ally can feel and taste.  Driven on, she is a thirsting girl in the wild, furiously trying to free the last drops of nectar from the vine.  She shifts her weight and fixes her body's position like a wrestler ready for the whistle, her own all-but-bare ass shifting and her thighs fixed apart, splayed and pouncing for that pleasure that Cassy has announced, trying to bring her off as if the orgasm was her own-- unconcerned for anything beyond the rising waves and crashes.<br/><br/>This intensity, this openness... this<i>abandon</i>... that's what she craves.  To be the one to bring Cassy to this point gives her a satisfaction beyond some silly pride, or sense of being some kind of accomplished lover.  It's that she is lost in that moment, staring wide-eyed and panting rapidly for her breath in that tiny space as her tongue flickers furiously enough to produce little splashes of Fetter's lubrication.  The view of her pubic mound twitching, the almost imperceptible muscle tremor in her breasts, the furious bucking that she gives back and the clenching and relaxing of her opening-- for that moment Cassy could let go with her, could seize the glow of that pleasure and<i>god it was beautiful</i>.<br/><br/>When Cassy's climax begins to subside, Ally helps her to prolong it, to spread it out and let the aftershocks carry her pleasure from the clit's epicenter to the nearby fault lines.  She works her mouth in suckling kisses at her smooth, hairless lips, she puckers and suckles under that clitoral hood with a delicate little smack.  She laps the length of her pussy and nuzzles her mons with her smooth cheek and dripping, panting lips, and she kneads and strokes soothingly Mecha's sensitive, lovely breasts.<br/><br/>After all Cassy's pleasure has subsided, the dark-haired girl laps a solitary trail across where her pubic hair would be before rising to her hands and knees, letting her dark hair hang around her lover's face like a lowered curtain to the windowed side of the building where Miami sun's radiance is palpable beyond the ballistic glass.  She smiles still, devilishly happy and out of breath, pausing to suck her own lower lip into her mouth for the briefest savoring second, then kisses Ally with half-stupored lips that are swollen and glistening from that inspired delight.