Instead of pulling away blushing, Isabelle softened further—body arching toward Claire, small breasts pressing against Claire's through their tops, nipples dragging through fabric as they shifted.
She returned the kiss with equal hunger—tongue plunging deeper, sucking Claire's tongue into her mouth, swirling around it in slow, possessive strokes, sharing thick strings of saliva that connected their lips even when they pulled back for air.
Okay, I'm so freaking dead.
I was going to cum any second now, and you can't blame me for it.
However, I decided to--instead of accepting defeat and lying in my grave like a nice and obedient corpse--turn into a sore loser.
I raised Roselyn higher in my arms, muscles flexing as I lifted her small frame completely off the floor.
My fingers—still buried deep inside her—kept vibrating at that insane frequency, the buzz so intense it started to ache in my own joints, a low thrum traveling up my forearms like holding a live wire.
