Stop for the Good Girl

Ron’s skirt hadn’t quite dropped in place as she was passing Kim, still on the floor. The teen heroine reached out to stop her. Missing getting hold of her by her large clit, she took her by an inner pussy lip. That was tugged and stretched some before Ron stopped. “Ow-ooh! That’s sensitive.”

“Ron, I’m not arguing with you, because I think you may be right.” Kim pinched hold of the other side’s lip, too, and made Ron’s ‘cat’s face’ face her. “What shouldn’t work does work for Ron. I no longer have Ron as my sidekick to provide the distractions through his comic relief. I can’t be a heroine without my backup. I’m willing to try Veronica providing the distractions through her, uh….”

“Sexual release?!!” Ron smiled.

“I don’t approve of giving relief to the bad guys. But whatever works. Anyway…” Kim said, gently bringing the woman’s elastic flaps up to the clit above, “Veronica is built, and tailor made for a guy’s distraction.”

“Kim, I’m not feeling much like a guy, now! But don’t stop!!”

“I will stop, and I won’t do anything like we’ve been doing again, unless you make me a promise, Veronica,” she eased the rubbing of nerve endings against nerve ending.

“Anything! Anything!!”

Kim carefully resumed. “Promise you’ll only cum, orgasm, get off for me.”

“What!!?? Are you kidd-erk!”

Kim had yanked the lips so far apart she could look into Veronica’s wet hole, clutching and unclutching empty air. “Sluts will think only about their own distractions. After what you said, I realize I need Veronica to think like a toon. But since you are not all-toon, you will go Looney-Tunes on me if you didn’t come to the climax.”

“Okay, okay! It’s not okay, but it’s okay! I’ll keep toon! For you, Kim, I’ll just provide the Silly Symphony, if you give with the Merry Melody!”

“Good girl, Ron.” Kim returned the masturbating Veronica with her own lips. “A girl is what you need to stay good. This girl. If the Veronica Factor will work, it will be work for the same reason the Ron Factor worked.”

“Uh, the Kim Factor?”

“Bingo! Or, rather, Ba-da-Bing-cum!” She mashed the slippery, wet skin extensions together in time to help push Veronica’s clit back under its hood. Her reward for the reward she gave was a thorough splashing by Ron’s female ejaculation! It hit her face full on, fell on her boobs, and slid down her cleavage towards her own clit and lips.