Natalie McDonald doesn't want to grow up. (rookie_card) wrote in wished,
Nat's hand bunched up the edge of Gretchen's dress as it moved higher, eventually slipping underneath to continue it's trek. It moved over her hip and gently stroked her arse, squeezing gently before it continued over the back of her thigh. "Gretch," she breathed, pressing close as she arched for Gretchen's mouth and tried to will her into finishing off her shirt for her.