Emmaline takes control

Emmaline let her head fall back as she moaned, letting Liv continue her movement. Her lover's body seemed to be recovered, and Liv's lacking experience was clear from her clumsy motion, so Emmaline hurried to take the lead from her. She pulled herself forward taking Liv's lips in a kiss. Liv's eyes seemed to glaze over in pleasure as she quickly submitted to Emmaline's experience. There was no doubt which of the pair would rule the relationship going forward.

Emmaline's hand left Liv's sex, drifting up to her face, where she licked her fingers clean of the sniper's juices. Smiling, Emmaline shifted forward. She placed her hand on Liv's chest and pushed her back, letting the sniper fall off of her and crawling on to all fours. Emmaline lowered herself between Liv's legs. She reached out, pressing against the inside of Liv's thighs, prompting her to spread her legs wider, then even wider still.

She teased forward, placing a tender kiss against the top of Liv's folds, letting her lips brush against her clit ever so gently before lifting away. One hand wandered down to idly play with her own pussy, as Emmaline slowly began to lick. She went gradually, so as to savor the delicious flavor of her friend's juices, and her tongue moved with slow but certain laps, up and around, at first just tasting the surface before she began to delve deeper.

Liv moaned loudly from Emmaline's skillful tongue and relentless teasing, feeling the warmth inside of her spread across her entire body, burning through her, making her feel weak. Her hands came to fall on the back of Emmaline's head, gently caressing that brown hair, which somehow still held that complex updo Emmaline had put it in before their adventure began.

Slowly, she started to push, forcing Emmaline toward her and eliciting moans from both of them. Liv could feel Emmaline's face pressing up against her sex, and her legs closed around Emmaline's head, holding her there. There was a sense of satisfaction in Liv's heart, at having the noble slut eat her out like this, completely at her mercy. Liv reveled in her position over Emmaline, savoring the command she could take by winding up a small bit of Emmaline's hair in her hand to hold her in place. Emmaline certainly didn't seem to mind either, happily submitting herself to the demands of her lover. Her tongue continued it's work at the same eager pace, and now with her face pressed fully against Liv's pussy, her lips could work as well, applying a gentle pressure where they made contact against Liv's body. Liv's face was a distant smirk, though that quickly faded as Emmaline continued to lap at her, subduing arrogance and control with pleasure and submission.