Marigold looked over at Lynn, still with something of a sense of awe in her heart. Back before all this had gotten out she would have been paralyzed with shock and lust by an offer like that, but now... well, she couldn’t deny that Lynn was still plenty appealing to her.
“Your adoring fans are watching,” Lynn said in that oh-so-fake sultry camgirl voice. “They want to see us together.”
Darn it. Darn it darn it darn it. Marigold shut her eyes right but she knew what she could feel inside her, that bubbling heat of desperation and passion. Her... ‘date’ hadn’t been very satisfying. She didn’t love being on camera any more than she had before everything with Jakey and Horny Harry, but, really, what was an audience, anyway? She could ignore them, couldn’t she...
Marigold crept over to the bed. She was still in her dress, the one that Lynn herself had picked out for her.
“Kiss me, slut,” Lynn said.
Marigold’s stomach flipped. She pressed her body against Lynn’s naked curves and kissed her, felt the other woman’s tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. It was sublime, everything Marigold had always wanted but never known she did. Every kiss with Lynn, no matter how lewd, was always shocking.
And then she felt the leader of the B.B. Brigade’s hand on the top of her head, the firm and insisted pysh, and Marigold took her lips away and went along with Lynn’s perversions, crawling down her body with the push of Lynn’s hand until she was face to face with that immaculately-trimmed pussy, so wet and red. Marigold wrapped her lips around Lynn’s clit and started to suck.
“Oooh,” Lynn said, making eye contact with the camera even as Marigold looked up at her. “Ooh!” she squealed. “You boys like this? My little angel is eating my hot, wet pussy for you all to see!”
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