Gentle

This keeps this up for a while before Tracer suddenly grabs Widow and spins her around, throwing her onto the floor before climbing on top of the blue woman. Arms at the sides, Tracer holds herself up above Widow, who’s for the first time I can remember, actually looking turned on and ****. No one’s actually tried taking care of Widow like this before, so she’s bound to feel a little blue balled.

Trace flicks her eyes downwards and brightly says, “Open up blue.”

Widow keeps staring up into Tracer’s face as she seductively, slowly spreads her legs open for Tracer. She grabs the strapon and brings it down to her pussy, rubbing the head against her overly sensitive and sorely ignored lips. Widow makes a soft mewling sound, then with an anguished, regretful look brings the strapon lower and pushes it into her well used asshole.

Trace sinks into Widow and begins thrusting into the frustrated woman. Trace grabs Widow’s hands and pins them underneath hers to the side before slowly lowering herself down until her nipples are gently brushing against Widow’s. She sways around, circling her nipples over Widow’s, making both of them hard, further frustrating the French woman and making Tracer laugh brightly. Trace finally lowers herself all the way down, fully lying on top of Widow. With her tits squished against Widow’s, Trace keeps giving the pinned woman tastes of her tongue. She was tormenting the poor woman, giving her just enough to arouse but never enough to satisfy. She’d stick her tongue into Widow’s mouth for a moment before pulling back, trailing mixed saliva from the tip of her tongue while Widow strained her neck to follow hungrily. If this was how Trace treated Emily, no wonder the girl wanted to keep her to herself.

A few more repetitions of this was too much and Widow pleaded breathlessly, “Please” I’d never seen or heard Widow so utterly **** before, I even felt sorry for her.

Tracer pulls out of Widow and starts slowly sliding the length of her strapon between Widow’s pussy lips, then with a happy smile replies, “That depends. Are you going to be a good pet blue?”

Widow can’t even manage a proper response, she just squirms around and feverishly nods her head, eyes still shut.

Tracer lets go of Widow’s hands and moves the strapon up so she can fuck Widow’s pussy. As soon as she slips inside, Widow shivers with delight and hugs Tracer tightly against her body, grabbing her ass and pulling Tracer into herself.

Widow attacks Trace’s mouth with her own, finally relieving some of her frustration now that Trace isn’t pulling back. The two make out passionately for only a little while before Widow interrupts things. She must have been more pent up than I thought because it doesn’t take her long to cum. With a start, she tenses up, pulls away from the kiss and buries her face into Tracers neck, riding out a long denied orgasm. She clutches at Tracer tightly while she spasms and writhes. Trace keeps up with the occasional pump, each one making Widow spasm further until the French woman’s exhausted.

Widow eventually comes down from her high and relaxes. When she does, she seems surprised at herself at first before her expression quickly turns to annoyance.

Trace giggles again and asks, “Enjoy yourself blue?”

Widow says nothing.

“Uh huh, well just remember what you promise.”

Widow deigns to say, “Oui Master.”