training day
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Marley nodded, a little smile tugging on her lips, “I need one anyways…f..for once classes start.” she mumbled, wanting to definitely have a collar, a necklace, something, to have proof of Quinn’s ownership over her, even while out in public.Â
She sucked in a breath as Quinn slid two fingers in deep, squirming a bit as her brows furrowed and she exhaled shakily, closing her eyes as she nodded, “Yes, Miss. M’okay.” She assured. It wasn’t the most comfortable feeling, but it wasn’t painful, she could handle it. With her eyes closed she could hear better and seconds later she heard Max’s tags jingling, heard his claws on the tiles, and barely seconds later she felt his tongue lapping at her pussy and she let out a sharp gasp, her body jerking before waves of pleasure washed over her, making her moan long and low in the back of her throat as she relaxed more under their minstrations.
Quinn's smile quickly turned to a pleased grin when Marley mentioned needing a collar to wear to her classes. "We'll get you exactly what you need," she promised. It was something Quinn didn't want to ask of her, and so she hadn't—this thing they had leaking through into this new chapter of her life at college. It all but confirmed that Marley really was all in on this; that her submission to Quinn was a part of her, now.
"Good," Quinn murmured as her sister assured her she was okay so far, nearly purring in pleasure at the feeling of her slim fingers buried three knuckles deep in the tight heat of Marley's ass. She even loved the way Marley squirmed a little at the foreign sensation, already imagining her moving and shifting like that as she eased her cock inside her for the first time. She was sure Max would help out then, too. Feeling her relax a bit, the tightness of her ass give a little under her touch, Quinn felt like she was ready. "Stay right here, just like that," she said, carefully withdrawing her fingers even as she gave her sister's ass a sharp, playful little spank. "Don't move a muscle. Or Max will let me know. Won't you, Max?" Quinn grinned as she quickly ducked back into her bedroom—their bedroom, at this point, considering how Marley slept with her every night—and retrieved what she was looking for. "This is the smallest one of a set," Quinn said as she returned. She leaned over the counter Marley was bent over, showing her the pretty pink-jeweled base of the little plug sparkling under the morning sunlight streaming into the kitchen, even as the loud, wet lick, lick, lick of Max's tongue over Marley's pussy filled the small space. "What do you think? Ready for it?"











