Marisol felt Gabrielle hug her, looking down. No matter what, it was hard for her to stay angry at her daughters for a long time. Gabrielle was a daughter now...and Marisol began to soften up. Except, Lisa was a really good button pusher, like Alexander, it made it that much harder for her to stay mad at Lisa too.
Lisa felt fingers enter her, which she knew belonged to her wife. Marisol's hands were too busy taking a hold of hers and pinning them to the bed above her head. Why? Because Lisa was starting to squirm, and this way, Marisol could easily keep her down with a leg...except Gabrielle was fingering the older woman as well. Marisol found she couldn't move too much.
Lisa gasped again as the older woman's lips began to move down her neck, crying out as a hickey was left on the younger girl's neck. It was a big, deep red mark as the woman continued to claim her youngest daughter.
Lisa didn't even have a mind to speak as Gabrielle talked to her. "Wh-what?" she panted softly, attempting to squirm again. Marisol prevented that easily as she gave Lisa another mark. Lisa was not prepared for this!