Girl Scout Cookies/Remove her panties (a)
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Her words are cut off as you place one of your hands under her dress, pressing upwards into the warm, wet gash between her thighs. Your fingers trace the moist outline of her pussy lips before circling her clitoris, then diving again down her labia. | Her words are cut off as you place one of your hands under her dress, pressing upwards into the warm, wet gash between her thighs. Your fingers trace the moist outline of her pussy lips before circling her clitoris, then diving again down her labia. | ||
| - | Each movement elicits soft, breathy gasps from Claire. Her eyes flutter shut, and the words of resistance | + | Each movement elicits soft, breathy gasps from Claire. Her eyes flutter shut, and the words of resistance are dropped from her parted lips. She rocks her hips slightly along each of your strokes, seemingly surrendered to the pleasure. |
It’s only when you move to press your fingers into her vagina that she more insistently clasps your intruding hand to halt your advance. | It’s only when you move to press your fingers into her vagina that she more insistently clasps your intruding hand to halt your advance. | ||
Revision as of 03:32, 14 March 2021
You continue moving your hand under Claire’s dress, feeling the skin of her upper thighs and the texture of her panties as they cover her hips. You second hand joins your first as both hands move to the elastic band that holds her panties in place.
As Claire feels you start to pull her panties down, she places her hands over yours. Assuming this is merely part of her game, you continue to tug them down to her lower thighs before she begins to protest.
“Wait a minute—hn!”
Her words are cut off as you place one of your hands under her dress, pressing upwards into the warm, wet gash between her thighs. Your fingers trace the moist outline of her pussy lips before circling her clitoris, then diving again down her labia.
Each movement elicits soft, breathy gasps from Claire. Her eyes flutter shut, and the words of resistance are dropped from her parted lips. She rocks her hips slightly along each of your strokes, seemingly surrendered to the pleasure.
It’s only when you move to press your fingers into her vagina that she more insistently clasps your intruding hand to halt your advance.
“Sorry,” she whispers breathily, “You haven’t—” Her composure falters as she feels your strokes brushing between her legs, and her thighs squirm decadently in response to your attentions. Indulging in the sensations, her eyes roll back and a slight smile breaks across her lips. She allows you to continue teasing her for a few moments more before opening her eyes and finishing her sentence.
“You haven’t earned this yet,” she says.
Claire removes your hand from underneath her dress with a suppressed sigh before stepping back and bringing your fingers to her lips. She extends her tongue along your fingertips, tasting of her own fluids and humming in satisfaction.
Licking her lips, she releases your fingers, saying slyly, “But I was very close to giving you much more than you bargained for.”
Claire turns around, bending over to pull her panties back up. As she pulls on the waistband, her dress hikes up around her smooth thighs, revealing her firm, round ass and the glistening wetness between her legs for only a moment before she straightens her posture and smooths out her clothes.
Claire looks back at you one more time and winks. “I think you got good value for your cookies though. I hope you enjoy them,” she says. She walks out the door and disappears into the night.
THE END
