body.
Unable to resist, Marceline finally allowed herself to gaze upon that which she desired. And without the slightest idea of what to do to it. But it was Song’s, and therefore hers. She felt herself slipping into a trance as her eyes analyzed, and memorized the shape before her.
Her breast, supple in their roundness, were larger than the known stereotype. Though her waist was narrow, her hips did give way, however subtly. Overall, she was rather small, and yet, perfect. As Song’s hands lowered to her sides, Marceline found herself stepping towards her, her hands inching towards her waist.
But as Marceline inched forward, Song led her back, stepping backwards towards her bed, slowly enough to stay within reach, but with wide enough steps to keep Marceline on edge. Marceline hovered over Song as she inched back on the semi-made bed. In the instant she had been exposed to Song’s body, she decided that she didn’t care what she did to it. She’d figure it out, and enjoy the wonderland.
With sudden motivation from the realization that she was not the only one that had been holding back, Marceline’s lips met Song’s in a spark of passion. Her body flattened against that of the goddess beneath her, as Song’s arms rose to wrap around her neck. She could feel Song’s short, nervous breaths against her lips. She was so fragile, and all she could think to do was break her.
Marceline’s lips parted from Song’s to travel down her jawline, eventually finding their way to her neck. Song tilted it to the side, allowing her access, her hands gripping at the back of her shirt, wanting to pull her closer. Dragging her right hand up along Song’s side, her lips trailed to her collarbone, her tongue leaving a gentle trail of sensations along the way.
She could hear Song’s breathing pick up as she did, and it made her want more. She wanted to experience every reaction, every expression, and every moment of pleasure Song was capable of. Hearing the sigh of pleasure from Song as she groped one of her breasts, Marceline realized she already knew everything she needed to start the journey into intimacy. She knew what stimulated her own body, and being of the same gender, she simply decided to apply that knowledge to Song’s.
Gently, Marceline moved her knees between Song’s thighs, spreading both of their legs and gliding her hand back down her body. She felt Song tense, her fingers pressing into her skin. Marceline craned her neck back to look into Song’s suddenly fearful eyes, finding the insight of the situation. Her hand stopped, instead resting against Song’s hip as Marceline forced herself to tug on her reigns.
“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to …”
Song hesitated to show any sign of response other than glancing between Marceline’s eyes and hand. Marceline gave a comforting smile, shaking her head.
“It doesn’t hurt … It’s not big enough,” she said with a slight chuckle. “Here …”
Marceline hand lowered further, slipping beneath Song’s panties. Song flinched, her face scrunching up in anticipation, but Marceline cooed her.
“I’m not going in … We’ll start slow,” Marceline assured against Song’s ear as her finger toyed with her.
She buried a finger between the already slick crease in search of the sensitive nub hidden within. When she felt Song’s body jolt with surprise, she smirked, applying pressure with her middle finger. And then she was caught by surprise when hearing an audible moan escape Song’s lips. Marceline’s eyes widened, her body lagging as the reaction of hearing her voice clearly took hold.
In the next moment, Song’s back arched with another moan, louder than the first as Marceline applied another dose of pressure, this time rubbing her finger along the sensitive point. Song’s legs bucked and pressed against Marceline’s in an attempt to close them, her moans repeating with intensity as she dug her nails into Marceline’s back.
Marceline
Unable to resist, Marceline finally allowed herself to gaze upon that which she desired. And without the slightest idea of what to do to it. But it was Song’s, and therefore hers. She felt herself slipping into a trance as her eyes analyzed, and memorized the shape before her.
Her breast, supple in their roundness, were larger than the known stereotype. Though her waist was narrow, her hips did give way, however subtly. Overall, she was rather small, and yet, perfect. As Song’s hands lowered to her sides, Marceline found herself stepping towards her, her hands inching towards her waist.
But as Marceline inched forward, Song led her back, stepping backwards towards her bed, slowly enough to stay within reach, but with wide enough steps to keep Marceline on edge. Marceline hovered over Song as she inched back on the semi-made bed. In the instant she had been exposed to Song’s body, she decided that she didn’t care what she did to it. She’d figure it out, and enjoy the wonderland.
With sudden motivation from the realization that she was not the only one that had been holding back, Marceline’s lips met Song’s in a spark of passion. Her body flattened against that of the goddess beneath her, as Song’s arms rose to wrap around her neck. She could feel Song’s short, nervous breaths against her lips. She was so fragile, and all she could think to do was break her.
Marceline’s lips parted from Song’s to travel down her jawline, eventually finding their way to her neck. Song tilted it to the side, allowing her access, her hands gripping at the back of her shirt, wanting to pull her closer. Dragging her right hand up along Song’s side, her lips trailed to her collarbone, her tongue leaving a gentle trail of sensations along the way.
She could hear Song’s breathing pick up as she did, and it made her want more. She wanted to experience every reaction, every expression, and every moment of pleasure Song was capable of. Hearing the sigh of pleasure from Song as she groped one of her breasts, Marceline realized she already knew everything she needed to start the journey into intimacy. She knew what stimulated her own body, and being of the same gender, she simply decided to apply that knowledge to Song’s.
Gently, Marceline moved her knees between Song’s thighs, spreading both of their legs and gliding her hand back down her body. She felt Song tense, her fingers pressing into her skin. Marceline craned her neck back to look into Song’s suddenly fearful eyes, finding the insight of the situation. Her hand stopped, instead resting against Song’s hip as Marceline forced herself to tug on her reigns.
“Do you want to stop? We don’t have to …”
Song hesitated to show any sign of response other than glancing between Marceline’s eyes and hand. Marceline gave a comforting smile, shaking her head.
“It doesn’t hurt … It’s not big enough,” she said with a slight chuckle. “Here …”
Marceline hand lowered further, slipping beneath Song’s panties. Song flinched, her face scrunching up in anticipation, but Marceline cooed her.
“I’m not going in … We’ll start slow,” Marceline assured against Song’s ear as her finger toyed with her.
She buried a finger between the already slick crease in search of the sensitive nub hidden within. When she felt Song’s body jolt with surprise, she smirked, applying pressure with her middle finger. And then she was caught by surprise when hearing an audible moan escape Song’s lips. Marceline’s eyes widened, her body lagging as the reaction of hearing her voice clearly took hold.
In the next moment, Song’s back arched with another moan, louder than the first as Marceline applied another dose of pressure, this time rubbing her finger along the sensitive point. Song’s legs bucked and pressed against Marceline’s in an attempt to close them, her moans repeating with intensity as she dug her nails into Marceline’s back.
Marceline
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