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Pine Garden
YOLF:
Justice
Touched a nerve, had he? He wouldn't tell her that strangling wasn't likely to kill him, if it came to that, Suerte could find out on her own. As it stood, Justice was about to touch a lot more nerves. His shoulders shook when he struggled to keep a jagged smirk away from his face, but he'd gotten the hint. "You're a savage, Suerte. No wonder you came on to me."
They sped up and turned away from the main street, leaping past traffic. The rider led the beast through an enclosed alley, to ascend the buildings from foothold to foothold, and finally raced them over the edge. Justice jumped off the saddle of Punishment with his companion, letting the steed wander off. The roof was enclosed by fence and half-darkened, cast in shadow from the larger buildings that arose in the distant periphery, the grey clouds rolling lazily through the sky.
Suerte's back hit the wall of an adjacent elevation, and she found herself pulled towards Justice by a hand on her ass as he covered her mouth. He sucked the air from her, biting and kissing her lips, his lidded stare alight on her expression. Another hand held her breasts from below, taking in her shape.
yinsukin:
Suerte
Suerte's frown deepened. She knew he was smiling, that sly bastard. How dare he turn away. She wanted to see his handsome face smiling! "I came to you because I think we are kindred spirits," she said. looking ahead. "I just wonder what a kindred spirit tastes like..."
Suerte giggled incessantly as they went through the street, unable to contain the joy of riding a horse through the street. She couldn't help but marvel as they passed cars and trucks, all on this magnificent horse. When she came here, she assumed she would have to learn to fit in, start using cars instead of trucks, maybe wear some new threads. But nope, she could stay herself here, just ride along with a partner in the business.
The cowgirl's giggling stopped as the shift in mood arrived along with the rolling clouds. She turned to Justice and smiled, shifting her legs uncontrollably on the horse.
There were no more words exchanged, simply her back against the wall and a hand on her ass cheek. Suerte moaned as his lips parted hers, sucking the air from her mouth. She let him bite on her lip, following suit on his lower lip. Her hands reached for his clothes, glaring at him with the little bit of restraint she had left and silently asking, can I?
Meanwhile, a hand drifted down below the belt, back to that tasty thing he had between his legs. She began stroking it through his pants.
YOLF:
Justice
His own glare twinkled with desire and approval, and he pulled one of her hands to his belt and the other straps that secured his pants and lower body armor, helping her to set free what she wanted. The other slipped down her thigh and under her skirt, causing it to ride up as his fingers sank into her butt, roughly groping without the coarser cloth in the way. Her underwear strained against his touch.
Justice forced his weight on her and invaded her mouth with his tongue, rudely pushing it against hers without even the time for either of them to breathe again.
yinsukin:
Suerte
Unable to help it anymore, Suerte began stroking the shaft that stood proudly in between his legs. Her hands struggled to grasp the entire shaft, her fingers unable to connect as she stroked it. It was strange, it wasn't as massive as Vanilla's dick and not as overwhelmingly pleasurable. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. On one hand, it was soooo good to feel Vanilla's dick, dare she say moreso than Justice's. No, that wasn't true. This one was more comfortable. A while ago, she was scared she would never be able to have good sex again, but clearly, she was wrong.
Underneath her skirt were a pair of white panties just a bit too small for her sizable ass. Her ass cheeks poked through, the one hand sunk slightly into her big but tight ass, his sizable hands unable to fully grasp all the woman she had back there. The tounge was the last draw. Moans seemed to erupt from Suerte's mouth, as her tounge was assaulted by Justice's.
The other hand she had already holding Justice's cloak tightened and she began lifting him off the ground to break the assault that was suffocating her. It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying it, but she wanted to fight for some dominance here. It was good to try to show a man his place.
YOLF:
Justice
He groaned into the gunslinger's mouth as her lithe, unbashed fingers moved along his hardening length. Justice wasn't immune to her respective forcefulness, and budged from the pushing, his exhalation like the air from an oven. He appreciated it. A two-sided exchange of instincts and grit, without the treacherous edge of battle-lust, it was nice for once.
The rider responded by bringing his hands to the bottom of her top, hooking his fingers under, and pushing it up in one smooth movement, freeing her volumptuous chest. He grabbed both breasts, fondling their soft but supple volume eagerly, while his knee slid up between her legs, replacing the hand moving under her skirt. It rubbed against her panties, taking advantage of how Suerte was lifting him up.
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