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a couple of my friends have already seen this, but now I inflict this upon Tumblr. More of the emmrook/hezenrook sugar baby wip 💖
A little more spicy this time and Johanna calling Emmrich a dirty old man
“Selfish girl.” Johanna’s boot stroked downward, over the dark, wet patch of fabric. Rook ground her hips down.
They could stay like this all morning if Johanna wanted, could have Rook pull her panties to the side and fuck Johanna's boot, tip of it pressing into her cunt and finding no resistance, the girl whining for more, more, more.
Rook would like that wouldn't she? Filthy and pathetic, it wouldn't take too long for her to come right there on the floor, staining the carpet and drooling like a dog on Johanna's leg.
Johanna couldn't have that.
She pulled away, Rook’s eyes flying open, immediately whining, “Johanna, please, please, let me—”
“You may touch yourself but you are not to come until I tell you to,” Johanna said, offering a double-edged kindness that Rook didn't deserve.
The girl blinked, eyes wide and shiny, dumbly staring at her through a fog of arousal. Johanna's hands undid the belt of her own trousers, experienced fingers pulling it away and unfastening the buttons there as she toed off her boots. Rook's face dawned with understanding and she nodded. Johanna could imagine the girl's head flying off just from the eagerness.
“Good. Now show me just how grateful you are, pet.”
Rook's voice was shaky, but her fingers were not — pulling down the zipper then tugging Johanna's trousers off deftly. She pressed her cheek to Johanna's thigh, warmed all over, as one hand traveled up to the edges of her underwear.
Johanna's underwear was plain, practical, nothing like the lacy underthings Volkarin was prone to buying for their pet. Ass hanging out, the shape of Rook's cunt barely hidden by a scrap of fabric. Volkarin hid behind an air of romance and gentility but Johanna knew better.
Dirty fucking old man, fingers hungry and throat dry, eyes darting away from a show of flesh before looking again, choking on quiet lustful adoration. At least Johanna was honest with herself — no qualms with ogling at their girl like she was a piece of meat, touching where she wanted to be touched, and saying every dirty little thing they both wanted to do to her. Rook preened at the attention all the same, and Johanna supposed that suited all three of them.
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