<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, Atemi<br/>Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/>With her back arching and writhing with the continual motion, Ally rides against Cassy's hips and shifts her thighs, seeking more firm pressure from riding back against Cassy's body.  She splays her hand along the creamy-pale mound as she bucks back, allowing her to stroke the apex of that still-glistening slit while she positions her hips and folds one leg beneath her, and ... as if by accident, but certainly by design... begins to scissor with Cassy so that her wet, glistening pussy meets Cassy's still-swollen labia, and she manages to stroke and grind them together as she frigs Cassy with her thumb.<br/><br/>The maneuver is freakishly technical.  It's like the kind of thing that a woman might laugh at in an erotic movie, imagining it impossible.  But these two young women, in addition to superhuman constitutions, possess the ability to savor the finest maneuverings, counter with inhuman speed... it doesn't all have to be for saving the world, does it?  It could be used for the most intense and precise tribbing known to womankind, couldn't it?  And it certainly seems that way-- there's a wet kiss of her small cunt against Cassy's over and over, her swollen clit like a firm little bead stroking with Cassy's  as she rubs it, again and again, seeking to draw out that pleasure once more.<br/><br/>Her aching cries don't seem appeased... they crecendo to a thrilled cry of passion like a war cry, then ease off to the purely feminine gasps and cries of a young woman in ecstasy, coming in a thrashing, careening wave that causes the world to quiver, her eyes to squint against tears, and her sex to profusely over-dampen itself in abandon at the insisting, intensifying peaks.<br/><br/>She cries out one last time and her breath catches, her body quivering, and thrashing, and then collapses back-- folded at her waist like a ballet dancer, her sex wet and spread wide with her angled thighs entwined with Cassy's.  She cups her palms full with her breasts and squeezes them, panting and gasping soft little cries where she lays on the mat, tangled up in the aftermath of making love with Cassy.<br/><br/>Her long, dark lashes flutter open, and she stares at Atemi unabashedly, her delirious smile becoming a teasing smirk.  The two of them writhing together are at different angles of feminine beauty... Cassy smooth, creamy, full-breasted and bare-sexed... Ally's dusky, sultry, a wiry body of feminine muscle.<br/><br/>"You just going to stand there...?" she asks through the fog of afterglow.  "Not... really fair... if you ask me."