Be gentle...

As the door shut behind us, Flonne grabbed a chair and sat down, gesturing to the bed. "Go on! Love waits for no one!" she insisted, smiling. What was she doing...? I suspected that she had some big plan in mind...but what? Was all this just to watch us fuck? ...maybe she was a voyuer...

Laharla's breathing was coming in heavy and she looked ready to faint. "I don't know if I can do this..." she whispered. I placed my hand under her chin so she'd look me in the eyes. "I'll walk you through it...just go with what you're feeling," I told her. She blushed brightly...before kissing me intensely, her hands removing my clothes. I think I heard Flonne cheer.

When the kiss stopped, I gave her a questioning look. "You said...to go with what I feel...and this is what I'm feeling," Laharla explained. "Hot...horny...and wanting you so fucking bad!" Wow...I should probably fix that last command...and maybe set up a way to specifically execute commands in case I accidentally order her to jump off a cliff.

Her scarf retreated from her chest. "I don't understand why you like these things...but if that's the case...do what you want with them," Laharla offered. Smiling, I leaned down and began to kiss her right nipple, flicking it with my tongue. Laharla gasped, biting her lip as I moved my hand down to undo her pants.

A shrill whistle cut me off. "Ah, ah, ah, John! This is Laharla's contest, not yours!" Flonne said, now wearing a dress with black stripes like a referre. "Laharla has to make you feel good, not the other way around." Laharla pouted at first before deciding to get to work, undoing my pants.