small room's bench, pulling down her pants. Even the brief interlude had left her panties soaked. "Alright, well here's your chance. You'll both do what I say going forward. Both of you will get naked, lick my pussy, and then you can play with each other. But be quiet about it."
She put the locket away.
Both girls immediately began undressing, staying absolutely silent.
She licked her lips as their breasts and trimmed slits came into view, feeling darkly predatory and hungry. She glanced up, and realized that both girls had looks of confusion and alarm in their eyes - but neither was able to speak, or stop.
She couldn't help but draw in a deep, excited breath. Her commands had been taken literally, and created an unexpected consequence - the girls were being quiet and doing as she told them to, but she hadn't ordered them to like it or want it - they were aware, thinking, and conscious, but unable to stop!
That realization brought a surge of wetness between her legs, even as the wide-eyed, terrified redhead got on her knees, approached the bench, and leaned in without hesitation.
Tongue out as far as it would go, she slid it in until her soft chin was pressed fully against glistening lips.
Lydia trembled, a surge of pleasure shooting through her desperate body .
The redhead flattened her tongue and lapped her exposed clit, her mouth and chin already soaked. Her eyes seemed full of panic and confusion.
Lydia rubbed her hair gently, looking to the blonde, who sat on her hands and knees watching and waiting - her eyes even more confused. "Your turn."
The redhead leaned back so her friend could lean in.
The blonde took a diff erent route, opting to suck each engorged labia in turn, bringing each one out with her pouty lips.
"Amazing," Lydia breathed. "Now you two make out for a bit, taste me on each other's tongues."
The scene might have been strange in any other context - two girls with panicked expressions making out, faces glistening with pussy juices - but Lydia was far too turned by the thought of the two girls trapped in their own heads, experiencing it all without any control…
"I can't take it anymore," she panted. "You - get me off. I want to come against your face."
Her eyes brimming with tears, the redhead leaned in again, returning to her work.
"Use your fingers, too," Lydia ordered. "On my G spot."
The girl complied, naturally knowing what to do.
"You," Lydia addressed the blonde. "Lie on your back, under her - lick her while she licks me."
She complied as well - and there might have been a hint of relief in her eyes… or… excitement?
Lydia watched carefully for signs that the girls were giving in and enjoying the experience. Even as pleasure surged through her from the redhead's lapping tongue and rubbing fingers, she tried to keep focused on their reactions… squirming, trembling, and lifting up against the redhead's face, she thought she caught the exact moment the girl's eyes went from terrified to subtly interested…
And, of course, her body was reacting to her friend's tongue… the closer to orgasm she grew, the more her tonguing and fingering seemed to become authentic.
Lydia leaned back, an incredible orgasm about to thunder through her body. She envisioned Gwen's face between her legs, eagerly licking her to orgasm - she imagined what was going through the redhead's mind as the girl gave in and enjoyed what was happening - and she understood the dark appeal of the locket's power, and its influence over Emma.
Her muscles tensing up, her body shaking with a surge of pleasure that threatened to numb her thoughts, she felt herself gush on the redhead's face. The bliss crackled through her like electricity for a few moments longer, until she finally collapsed against the bench.
Released from her direct order to make the strange woman come on her face, the redhead immediately turned away.
Lydia reached for the locket in fear… but paused.
The girl hadn't turned to escape. Instead,
She put the locket away.
Both girls immediately began undressing, staying absolutely silent.
She licked her lips as their breasts and trimmed slits came into view, feeling darkly predatory and hungry. She glanced up, and realized that both girls had looks of confusion and alarm in their eyes - but neither was able to speak, or stop.
She couldn't help but draw in a deep, excited breath. Her commands had been taken literally, and created an unexpected consequence - the girls were being quiet and doing as she told them to, but she hadn't ordered them to like it or want it - they were aware, thinking, and conscious, but unable to stop!
That realization brought a surge of wetness between her legs, even as the wide-eyed, terrified redhead got on her knees, approached the bench, and leaned in without hesitation.
Tongue out as far as it would go, she slid it in until her soft chin was pressed fully against glistening lips.
Lydia trembled, a surge of pleasure shooting through her desperate body .
The redhead flattened her tongue and lapped her exposed clit, her mouth and chin already soaked. Her eyes seemed full of panic and confusion.
Lydia rubbed her hair gently, looking to the blonde, who sat on her hands and knees watching and waiting - her eyes even more confused. "Your turn."
The redhead leaned back so her friend could lean in.
The blonde took a diff erent route, opting to suck each engorged labia in turn, bringing each one out with her pouty lips.
"Amazing," Lydia breathed. "Now you two make out for a bit, taste me on each other's tongues."
The scene might have been strange in any other context - two girls with panicked expressions making out, faces glistening with pussy juices - but Lydia was far too turned by the thought of the two girls trapped in their own heads, experiencing it all without any control…
"I can't take it anymore," she panted. "You - get me off. I want to come against your face."
Her eyes brimming with tears, the redhead leaned in again, returning to her work.
"Use your fingers, too," Lydia ordered. "On my G spot."
The girl complied, naturally knowing what to do.
"You," Lydia addressed the blonde. "Lie on your back, under her - lick her while she licks me."
She complied as well - and there might have been a hint of relief in her eyes… or… excitement?
Lydia watched carefully for signs that the girls were giving in and enjoying the experience. Even as pleasure surged through her from the redhead's lapping tongue and rubbing fingers, she tried to keep focused on their reactions… squirming, trembling, and lifting up against the redhead's face, she thought she caught the exact moment the girl's eyes went from terrified to subtly interested…
And, of course, her body was reacting to her friend's tongue… the closer to orgasm she grew, the more her tonguing and fingering seemed to become authentic.
Lydia leaned back, an incredible orgasm about to thunder through her body. She envisioned Gwen's face between her legs, eagerly licking her to orgasm - she imagined what was going through the redhead's mind as the girl gave in and enjoyed what was happening - and she understood the dark appeal of the locket's power, and its influence over Emma.
Her muscles tensing up, her body shaking with a surge of pleasure that threatened to numb her thoughts, she felt herself gush on the redhead's face. The bliss crackled through her like electricity for a few moments longer, until she finally collapsed against the bench.
Released from her direct order to make the strange woman come on her face, the redhead immediately turned away.
Lydia reached for the locket in fear… but paused.
The girl hadn't turned to escape. Instead,
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