Cheyenne would later think back to their secret corner and wonder what had come over her. And she’d smile to herself and think of the way Talyssa smelled, how badly she wanted more, how Cheyenne had been the one to give it to her. And Cheyenne would feel empowered in a way she hadn’t up until then. She’d reflect on how well it fit her, to be in charge. And she’d want it again.
Cheyenne’s hand kept hold of Talyssa’s jaw, holding her head against the wall, tilted slightly up so she could watch her face. Cheyenne gave her small little kisses, intentionally slowing down the pace. She wanted to see every expression on Talyssa’s face as she reacted to what Cheyenne’s free hand was doing.
Caressing her way back down Talyssa’s front, Cheyenne trailed lower and lower until her delicate fingers were sliding down over the front of Talyssa’s torso until she reached the elastic material of her panties. “I won’t stop unless you tell me to.” She purred out with another soft kiss on the girl’s swollen lips. Cheyenne knew plenty about what felt good down there. Not only was she a fan of self-pleasure, but she had a playmate who was most excellent with his hands and mouth down there. Cheyenne had picked up some tips along the way.
Her hand cupped Talyssa over her panties more firmly and her fingertips delved between her legs to feel how hot she was. “Does that feel good?”