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Kristen loved the reactions Sam mustered up in any situation, though she especially loved the ones when they were intimate. She loved the way she was the cause of Sam’s pleasure, she love the control she had over her. The way Sam allowed her to take control for the most part. Smirking at the mere swear word, the fighter continued the teasing touch over the material, her lips travelling to all the exposed skin she knew Sam had weak spots in. With the artist’s plea, Kristen happily obliged and applied more pressure, still tracing small and girl circles over the elder girl’s clit. “Stay still,” Kris breathed out against the girl’s neck, nibbling at the skin very gently before pressing a soothing kiss. “No moving, no noises, no nothing until I say so. Got it?” She whispered seductively, looking up to catch the girl’s gaze who she still held against the wall. Moving her hand upwards and stopping all contact against Sam’s clit, she finally slipped her hand beneath the flimsy underwear, the pads of her fingers instantly pressing firmly against the photographer’s clit, tracing irregular shapes against the bud.











