In which I cave to Bus' poorly veiled sexual harrassment
After much goading and enabling, here is some femByakuran/femXanxus, complete with DAT ASS.
Breath mingled, humid and ticklingly warm, deepening and rising in sync with the movement of soft manicured hands over flesh. Two voices letting out revealing gasps and cries, one filled with anger, scarred petite face scrunched with strain, beet red eyes complimented with raven lashes sticking with sweat and pinkened cheeks. The other, laced with a saccharine giggle, near hysterical, and accompanied with smug lilac pupils, glistening rosy lips and a heaving pair of breasts right in Xanxa's face.
Her lips stung from the brutal kissing, and her shoulders ached from the albino's clawing hands. A mutual groan as the other girl slipped, sitting flat onto Xanxa's bare thighs- skirt yanked up high around the curve of her waist- and driving the slippery dildo further into both of them. Lips brushed, sticky with arousal, and then Byakuran brushed their other pair, mockingly giving the Varia woman a faux-kiss.
"You fatass bitch, get off before my legs fall alseep," was the reply, a pretty scowl stretching across the heart shaped face, her mocha complexion drizzled with the cinnamon lattice of scars glistening with sweat. Byakuran pouted threatrically, before giving an airy laugh at the familiar taunt, and raising a slender leg up lewdy. Pink lips yawned wetly, the dildo slid to a stop with a perverse sound, and Xanxa was left wanting.
"I know what you want~♫" came the chirp, and she manuevered herself around, hands resting firmly on Xanxa's nylon clad legs, and those plump porcelain breasts were gone, replaced with the smooth dip of a white back and a large curve of a very plump behind.
A grind. The black haired girl gasped, the white haired chuckled. And she began to bounce again, driving it simultaneously into both of their aching selves, making trembling fingers fumble for swollen bundles of nerves to rub.
They were both a little drunk, and both very horny, and maybe it was the dim lighting of the seedy upstairs bar room, but the way the bouncing behind rippled with each slam down against her hips, flushed with the oncoming strain of climax; it was enough to make Xanxa, dizzy with lust and annoyance grab a hold of each ample cheek and squeeze.
The ensuing whine was enough to make her go again, and again, until that pink rear was sporting two white hand imprints, sticky sweet bodies grinding together close close close fast pressing until-
Panting. Limp frames, long legs, heaving breasts and curves tangled in an awkward mess on one plush chair. Then when mascara'd eyes had blinked the ecstacy away,
"Told you you liked my ass~♥"
"Die in a fire, trash!"