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PM: How are you doing, Miss Weston?

PM: Hello, Miss Mendez. I’m all right--just taking in the changes like everyone else has...

#c;selene #deanmendez

PM: So. We did it.

PM: Yes we did, Dean Mendez.

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private || sophene

@deanmendez:

PM: I suppose. It just doesn’t ever really seem like enough. But yes, I’m glad that I could at least make sure that he didn’t make things any worse. I… yes, I would really like that. Very much.

Do you ever wonder when it will end?

Trust me, baby, it was certainly enough. Believe me. And good, I’ll be down shortly to get you--and Oscar.

Every single day. Every single day...

#c;selene

PM: I am... very tired.

PM: I can only imagine…I’d heard that you were there to help ground Maxim.

At least it seems things have finally calmed for the night.

#c;selene

PM: Thank you. For being understanding over these last two weeks. It means quite a lot to me. How are you holding up?

PM: Hey, Miss. It’s no problem, I’m glad we got through it okay and that you’re okay. And, well, thank you too, cuz for once I feel like I did something good. As a Dominant.

Not too good, Miss. If it weren’t for the Econ professor, I’d have probably dropped out.

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the first taste || self para

Fingers withdraw from a soaked and swollen cunt; walls fluttering still in the throes of an orgasm hard fought for. Lithe forearm muscles remain taut, as Sophia moves her arm aloft, a pair of glistening fingers webbed with wet. Her breath is a light pant, and a thin layer of sweat coats her skin as she shifts to move up the length of Selene’s equally heaving body. Two pairs of darkened eyes lock, and Sophia’s mouth hangs limply open beneath a tousled veil of auburn hair. Beneath her Selene is still writhing; slow undulations of muscle and bone coming down from the high of her climax, and Sophia can only watch. Mesmerized.

Watching Selene cum is prettier sight than she’d ever imagined--and she had imagined it. The same goes for Selene’s nude form--more beautiful than she’s imagined. Something imagined a few times, as a matter of fact; late at night sometimes accompanied by her fingers buried knuckle deep inside her cunt, while teetering just over the edge of climax.

She smiles warmly down at the woman beneath her, who slowly surfaces with a drunken expression on her face. Sophia sucks her soiled fingers clean. Even her taste is exquisite. Tangy, but with a subtle sweetness that she found might be a new addiction. As she discovered earlier in the night when her mouth was all but latched to Selene’s sex, lapping at her clit with near vibratory speeds. Probing her sex with her tongue unfurled. Stealing a taste each time. Her jaw felt liable to dislocate she remained there for so long--but the reward was worth it once Selene came hard and flooded her mouth with her fluids.

Everything took effort. A glancing touch, a nip or a suck wasn’t enough. It almost felt cruel, that not only her words fall short, but now her touches were too. Poised to just call it a night, amid a burgeoning sadness in the pit of her belly, Selene seemingly sensed her distraught, and assured the Domme that it wasn’t her, just that Selene possessed an insensitivity of sorts. Sophia flinched, imperceptibly, at the word but ultimately decided to go all the way.

Now she lay breathless and spent, gathering the other woman into her arms, relishing the feel of Selene’s slick body pressed against her own. The woman in her arms was a veritable hurricane of emotion--that lately had the Domme second guessing just how effective she was.

Selene lets out a yawn, and deflates, nuzzling sleepily against the top of Sophia’s breast. Sophia, too, yawns, and presses a kiss to damp hair--set on falling asleep. But not before a fleeting thought crosses her mind: she meant what she said to the slumbering Switch in her arms: she isn’t going anywhere.

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