Garnet's toe is nowhere as lithe as her fingers, and it can't reach as deep inside as Pearl needs, either -- but the way it grazes her clit with every dip in and curl out is nothing short of electric. Her heels drag against the carpet as her hips shift, overwhelmed yet at the same aching for more, wishing impossibly for Garnet to fill her.
If she's good, Pearl reminds herself.
The taste does not get more palatable no matter how many times she licks, and Pearl's face remains contorted into a red-cheeked, narrow-eyed grimace as the oddest string of whines reverberates through her throat -- a garbled mix of pleasure and discomfort. But over it, she picks up on a distinctly different sound: husky and smooth, Garnet's moan.
Which makes her hips buck right there on the spot.
Above the thumping of her own heart, Pearl's just about able to formulate the thought: Garnet is sensitive.
The musty taste on her tongue suddenly seems negligible.
To test her theory, Pearl brings one hand up, wrapping it around Garnet's ankle for better control; then she releases her toe from her mouth, to run her tongue all the way down the sole.
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If she's good, Pearl reminds herself.
The taste does not get more palatable no matter how many times she licks, and Pearl's face remains contorted into a red-cheeked, narrow-eyed grimace as the oddest string of whines reverberates through her throat -- a garbled mix of pleasure and discomfort. But over it, she picks up on a distinctly different sound: husky and smooth, Garnet's moan.
Which makes her hips buck right there on the spot.
Above the thumping of her own heart, Pearl's just about able to formulate the thought: Garnet is sensitive.
The musty taste on her tongue suddenly seems negligible.
To test her theory, Pearl brings one hand up, wrapping it around Garnet's ankle for better control; then she releases her toe from her mouth, to run her tongue all the way down the sole.