The Education of Desdemona Belti - Part 6: Hajna Horvath

[BlackAkuma]

What could Dizzy say? Black was her color. When it came to sexy clothing, most of her stuff was on the darker side. No one would ever accuse her of being a goth, but that sort of stuff tended to make her look better all over, accentuated her curves, little as they were, and gave her some mystique. If there was one thing she’d learned through her romantic history, it was how to make the best of what she had to work with.

From her current position, it was impossible to tell if Hajna approved of what she was seeing, but that didn’t stop Dizzy from doing her best to show it all off, gyrating and writhing beneath the bigger woman in an exaggerated pantomime of a struggle, movements that were less concerned about escaping and more focused on showing off everything she had to offer.

And Hajna took what was offered. Dizzy felt arms - strong, powerful, grasping arms - wrap around her legs and pull them up, testing her flexibility and putting her butt on fine display. She hoped the camera crew had picked some good locations to watch from, because she was pretty sure she knew what was coming next, and she damn sure knew she’d be rewatching it.

The first spank came down hard, and while she’d been anticipating it, it still made her jump and shriek, her body reacting even as she kept focused in her mind. The next wasn’t any softer, nor was the third, and every one brought a new squeal out of her, made her jiggle and jump beneath the bigger woman, as she pressed further back and enveloped her features.

Upping the ante, definitely. Dizzy had to respond in kind.

Tongue, then.

Instead of pulling away, she helped Hajna’s hips tighten and push her face forward, burying herself in the flesh. It wasn’t merely for her indulgence, however, but so her tongue could slither out and work its way around the lacy underwear, trying to get to something more enticing underneath, all while her moans and groans echoed into the bigger woman’s body.