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âi do baby, i look forward to the new pieces whenever you tell me youâre sending one.â it was true, after such a long night at the busy night club, monroe would spend the last hours of darkness before sunrise just to read averyâs pieces just before she goes to get a few hours of sleep. reading them made it feel like the girl was there, reading those words to her, as if they were together. it felt likeâŠ.sacred. like her words were sacred. monroe feltâŠspecial. yeah, she had so many girls after her, but being with avery made her feel something that none of them could ever give her. though, she doesnât know what was she supposed to do with this feeling, what is she feeling in the first place? she hums, feeling her lips along the marks sheâs made. âyou can mark me anytime you like, angel. but only after i take care of you first, alright?â she sweeps the girlâs panties to the side, flicking her tongue against her core as she listened to how sheâs imagined them together in an empty plan b. she could clearly see only herself and the dancer, it was something now etched in her mind, and god, that was a hot thing, to be able to do it with the other. she moans, shutting eyes in pleasure of the thought, and the way the dancer tastes. she just couldnât get enough of it. âi love thatâŠ.that thoughtâŠ,â she whispers against her dripping cunt. âyou think dylan would have a clue why we want the place to ourselves?,â she grinned, looking up at the other before slipping her tongue in, moaning at her wetness and her warmth, the djâs nails softly raking against her abdomen.
She was speechless. The thought of this girl, the magnificent and wonderful girl, actually enjoying her writing... It felt so surreal. All she could was was shake her head, trying to find the right thing to say. âI... Baby, thatâs... That means, so much to me,â Avery admitted. All she could do was stare at her, feeling her heart become so overwhelmed with emotions. Fortunately, they were all positive. Having this girl who means so much to her actually, truly enjoy her writing and looks forward to reading it... That kind of support had been lacking from Liza; she had felt nervous sharing those thoughts with Max; and Luca could have potentially enjoyed her writing, but the older man had always made her nervous about showing her other interests and passions and didnât share them with him. Of course, while there was still a part of her that felt nervous to share with Monroe, a part of her believed, and maybe even somehow knew, that there would be no judgement from her. That she would listen to her nerdy rants about any sort of fandom and be okay with it. Again, so different from Liza and something she never took the chance to share with Luca. Max knew, of course, since they attended Foxcroft together. But he never got to have a one on one with her over them. But Monroe... She wants to experience that with her so much. God, thereâs so much she wants to do with her. Avery smiled before nodding. âThat sounds like a deal, Roe, baby.â Her breathing hitched, closing her eyes as she felt her. She tried to keep her moans to a quiet whisper, slowly rolling her hips against her face. She opened her eyes once more and looked down, wanting to watch the girl. âI think... Fuck, baby, right there... I-I think knowing one of her dancers wanted to... to perfect her new routine could be convincing. Maybe say that... that we could get some of the other girls together... make it a group practice... but then we end up staying here awhile later after... Jesus, yes, thatâs amazing... a-after group practice is done. And everyone else has left. Think that... that maybe that could work?â








