Millicent woke from her light doze at that tone. She’d learnt to recognise it, and by Pansy’s scramble from her bed, she had too.
Millicent moved as silently as she could to peer through the crack in the curtains of her four-poster. Daphne’s curtains were half-open on the side that faced Millicent, and Millicent was in time to see Pansy kneel on Daphne’s bed. Daphne immediately kissed her, dragging Pansy off-balance. Daphne’s hands sank into Pansy’s heavy dark hair and pulled; Pansy whined against Daphne’s lips. Millicent could see Pansy wince as she was kissed, could see Daphne’s mouth curl wickedly. It sent a thrill down Millicent’s spine.
She kept still and silent as the other girls’ breathing grew heavy. Daphne made low, pleased sounds as they kissed, one hand lowering to squeeze Pansy’s silk-covered arse. Pansy’s hands made long, luxurious strokes up Daphne’s back. Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of concentration before Daphne moved to nip at her neck and pleasure overtook it.
Millicent tried to regulate her breathing, feeling lust spark through her as she watched. Daphne pulled down Pansy’s nightgown, letting her breasts bounce free. Pansy’s hands clenched on Daphne’s hips as Daphne lowered her reddened mouth to them.
Daphne’s red lips pouted round Pansy’s nipple, sucking then biting. Pansy jerked, and Daphne kept one hand in that dark hair, holding Pansy in place. Millicent had a mouth-wateringly perfect view of Daphne’s flushed face, Pansy’s mouth twisting round a cry as Daphne played. Daphne pulled back to watch Pansy’s face as she pinched Pansy’s nipples between long lacquered nails.
Daphne stopped, and Pansy’s eyes opened: dark and dazed, blurred by desire. “Daphne?”
Her voice was low, and at the sound of it Millicent gave in. She slid her knees further apart, slipping a hand under her nightgown. She had to suppress a sound at the first touch against her lips, as she slid fingers up towards her clit.
“Come on.” Daphne pushed Pansy flat on her back, pulling her own nightgown over her head. Her body was pale in the moonlight, and Pansy looked sucker-punched by the sight of it. Daphne straddled her, wriggling into position over her.
Millicent woke from her light doze at that tone. She’d learnt to recognise it, and by Pansy’s scramble from her bed, she had too.
Millicent moved as silently as she could to peer through the crack in the curtains of her four-poster. Daphne’s curtains were half-open on the side that faced Millicent, and Millicent was in time to see Pansy kneel on Daphne’s bed. Daphne immediately kissed her, dragging Pansy off-balance. Daphne’s hands sank into Pansy’s heavy dark hair and pulled; Pansy whined against Daphne’s lips. Millicent could see Pansy wince as she was kissed, could see Daphne’s mouth curl wickedly. It sent a thrill down Millicent’s spine.
She kept still and silent as the other girls’ breathing grew heavy. Daphne made low, pleased sounds as they kissed, one hand lowering to squeeze Pansy’s silk-covered arse. Pansy’s hands made long, luxurious strokes up Daphne’s back. Her eyes were closed, her face a picture of concentration before Daphne moved to nip at her neck and pleasure overtook it.
Millicent tried to regulate her breathing, feeling lust spark through her as she watched. Daphne pulled down Pansy’s nightgown, letting her breasts bounce free. Pansy’s hands clenched on Daphne’s hips as Daphne lowered her reddened mouth to them.
Daphne’s red lips pouted round Pansy’s nipple, sucking then biting. Pansy jerked, and Daphne kept one hand in that dark hair, holding Pansy in place. Millicent had a mouth-wateringly perfect view of Daphne’s flushed face, Pansy’s mouth twisting round a cry as Daphne played. Daphne pulled back to watch Pansy’s face as she pinched Pansy’s nipples between long lacquered nails.
Daphne stopped, and Pansy’s eyes opened: dark and dazed, blurred by desire. “Daphne?”
Her voice was low, and at the sound of it Millicent gave in. She slid her knees further apart, slipping a hand under her nightgown. She had to suppress a sound at the first touch against her lips, as she slid fingers up towards her clit.
“Come on.” Daphne pushed Pansy flat on her back, pulling her own nightgown over her head. Her body was pale in the moonlight, and Pansy looked sucker-punched by the sight of it. Daphne straddled her, wriggling into position over her.