[ Like touching herself, she slips her palm between Rani's legs, the heel of her hand flexed to create its own pressure on the sex that mirrors her own. Lust-drunk, that bead of flesh is the most important, most central, thing in this moment. Hot and full, desirous for contact and sharp, inevitable relief. A two-fold thing, two bodies amplifying into one another; weather fronts colliding into a cyclone of electrified nerve endings.
The wet slit of Lakshmi's body against her fingers is as good as her own, and her hands find their way there past those last layers of trousers.
It is all the same, they are one thing, swollen and red and slick, tasting of musk and want. Annie arcs her back with a hum, a moan, a panting breath, gripping the woman's shoulder as leverage. That's all they need now, just leverage to rub and rut, time to build and the patience to breaker. ]
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The wet slit of Lakshmi's body against her fingers is as good as her own, and her hands find their way there past those last layers of trousers.
It is all the same, they are one thing, swollen and red and slick, tasting of musk and want. Annie arcs her back with a hum, a moan, a panting breath, gripping the woman's shoulder as leverage. That's all they need now, just leverage to rub and rut, time to build and the patience to breaker. ]