Re: Blonde vs. Blonde? - Gabriel Vinlee vs. Lucy Andersen
Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 6:50 pm
Gabriel was ready to give this blondie her first taste; however, the tone with which Lucy responded made her hesitate.
“... Nooooo haha! Are you mad at me?” She exclaimed condescendingly as accommodated her legs over Lucy's armpits, crossing her ankles under Norway blondie's chin as a position where Lucy's face could be exposed to the crowd. Gabriel would not love to please them, but would use them as witnesses to the disaster she will make in Lucy's body.
Of course, Vinlee will not let them see Freya's womanhood, since that is her alone! Gabriel's earned it, so you'll have to imagine the magic she'll do inside that blondie through Lucy's face. Or so the queen assumes
“But why?” Gabriel's hands would drum on Oslo's buttocks. Her tone next descended to drop from mockery and turn flirtatious. “If I haven't done anything to you that you wouldn't anticipate, right?” One of her fingers drew circles on that soft booty. "Right, love...?" She pronounced with palpable slowness.
Brit's eyes riveted on Lucy's pussy smiling foolishly at the appearance of those swollen lips barely covered by those ripped panties, as if they were impatient to be served. What a pity for her clothes, but Gabriel's fingers knew no bounds, though she did her best to avoid displaying Lucy's intimate areas to everyone.
She puffed out her cheeks.
“Or is it because of the way I swept the tarp with you?” Gabriel mumbled with false innocence. “I was just playing.” She excused herself.
Then the queen would shake her hair to let it fall to either side of Lucy's hips before giving that swollen pussy a long bottom-up lick, caressing that slit with her smooth precision filled muscle.
The art is not accurate, but it's the closest I could find.
The queen would continue to speak in that suggestive, regent tone.
“I feel I must make things right with you.” Her smile was felt. Her lips were close to that crotch, caressing it with her breath, eager. “So careless! I know what to do to make you stop hating me~.” Her smile became sharp.
With a doctor's precision, Gabriel's tongue curled around the fabric and brought it to her lips, where her teeth would part it with a clack. Now Gabriel was obliged to cover that snatch to defend Freya's dignity! So Vinlee's neck stretched forward, her tongue stretched out again, gentle, at the same time her lips parting again, moistened. Everything was ready for her mouth to merge with Lucy's pussy in an intense kiss.
Only Lucy would have been able to stop it, according to Gabriel. It was enough to tell her no, and the queen would relent and change her plans. But that wasn't happening until now
If they didn't object, the Brit would suck on that clit, savoring her folds between her lips, sucking them with every lip smack she gave away with her lips as if Lucy were the sweetest drink. Pressing the center of Freya's clit every chance gets to give her more to drink, before sending her tongue to meet the inner walls of that Norway pussy, and return it to lick from the bottom up Lucy's snatch.
With her hands, as they can't stay idle, she would load Lucy's hips, making them rise and fall to the rhythm of her licking and kissing. Sucking up all that flower while giving it so much attention as to pollinate it with his despotic love.
Her mouth and touch were a strong wave, her lips slurped, her tongue caressed, and her hands supported. And Lucy's hips were the ship at the mercy of her mettle.
Spoiler

Of course, Vinlee will not let them see Freya's womanhood, since that is her alone! Gabriel's earned it, so you'll have to imagine the magic she'll do inside that blondie through Lucy's face. Or so the queen assumes
“But why?” Gabriel's hands would drum on Oslo's buttocks. Her tone next descended to drop from mockery and turn flirtatious. “If I haven't done anything to you that you wouldn't anticipate, right?” One of her fingers drew circles on that soft booty. "Right, love...?" She pronounced with palpable slowness.
Brit's eyes riveted on Lucy's pussy smiling foolishly at the appearance of those swollen lips barely covered by those ripped panties, as if they were impatient to be served. What a pity for her clothes, but Gabriel's fingers knew no bounds, though she did her best to avoid displaying Lucy's intimate areas to everyone.
She puffed out her cheeks.
“Or is it because of the way I swept the tarp with you?” Gabriel mumbled with false innocence. “I was just playing.” She excused herself.
Then the queen would shake her hair to let it fall to either side of Lucy's hips before giving that swollen pussy a long bottom-up lick, caressing that slit with her smooth precision filled muscle.
Spoiler
The art is not accurate, but it's the closest I could find.
“I feel I must make things right with you.” Her smile was felt. Her lips were close to that crotch, caressing it with her breath, eager. “So careless! I know what to do to make you stop hating me~.” Her smile became sharp.
With a doctor's precision, Gabriel's tongue curled around the fabric and brought it to her lips, where her teeth would part it with a clack. Now Gabriel was obliged to cover that snatch to defend Freya's dignity! So Vinlee's neck stretched forward, her tongue stretched out again, gentle, at the same time her lips parting again, moistened. Everything was ready for her mouth to merge with Lucy's pussy in an intense kiss.
Only Lucy would have been able to stop it, according to Gabriel. It was enough to tell her no, and the queen would relent and change her plans. But that wasn't happening until now
If they didn't object, the Brit would suck on that clit, savoring her folds between her lips, sucking them with every lip smack she gave away with her lips as if Lucy were the sweetest drink. Pressing the center of Freya's clit every chance gets to give her more to drink, before sending her tongue to meet the inner walls of that Norway pussy, and return it to lick from the bottom up Lucy's snatch.
Spoiler

Her mouth and touch were a strong wave, her lips slurped, her tongue caressed, and her hands supported. And Lucy's hips were the ship at the mercy of her mettle.

