Vernal rubs Weiss' dick

Caught under Weiss' spell, Vernal extends her right hand slowly towards Weiss' flesh needle. However, Weiss should have anticipated that someone so obviously clueless on the topic of intimacy would not know how to handle another's crown jewels. Vernal's hand squeezes forcefully around her delicate shaft.

"Not so hard!" Weiss pleads in shock. Her hands rush to meet Vernal's. Their squeal frightens Vernal, prompting her to loosen her grip fast.

"Sorry..." Vernal replies sheepishly.

"I know you didn't mean it. Just... be gentle with my privates... they are very sensitive! Like this..." Weiss says patiently while trying to mask her discomfort.

Weiss holds Vernal's hand, motioning it back and forth slowly. Her loose grip was fastened with Weiss' direction until she felt a snug, firm traction. Vernal studied the texture of Weiss' foreskin. It was unworldly seeing how creased and stretched with the motion of her hand. Vernal found herself mystified by the Schnee sabre. The heat that is brewing within it. How it responded to being touched. How pulling it made Weiss tremble.

Vernal was previously under the impression that squeezing Weiss' organ would milk her like a cow. Having gotten to grips with Weiss' staff, it reminded Vernal of the tip of her womanhood. She never understood what that small protrusion of flesh between her legs was for...

From time to time, Vernal would rub it against pillows in the night. Her "horn" as she would call it would make her feel all tingly! Witnessing Weiss' moans of delight as a result of being played with started to make Vernal feel tingly... Something instinctual made Vernal want to rub her "horn" against Weiss' sabre... They were two pieces of a puzzle that must belong together.

"Easy... Life is not all about strength. You need skill. Precision. Knowledge. What's the use of strength if you don't know how to use it? Knowledge is power... I can teach you pleasure..." Weiss narrates in her pornstar voice.

Weiss raises her head to share a gaze with Vernal while her hands continue guided masturbation. Weiss' eyes glisten like gemstones in the moonlight. Vernal cannot read the look on Weiss' face. It is something in between a smile and squint, almost like Weiss was drowsy. But there is something more to it than that...

Vernal felt herself being pulled in by Weiss' gaze. It was hypnotic. All absorbing! It sucked the air out of her ribcage, replacing it with a fluttering sensation.

"Why don't you take off your gloves?" Weiss suggests sensually.

"My gloves?" Vernal replies.

"Yeah! I wanna feel more of your beautiful skin!" Weiss remarks.

Weiss brings Vernal's hand to a standstill. She then began running her fingers up and down Vernal's arm. The softness of her fingers against Vernal's skin were divine. Weiss flutters her eyelashes, waiting silently for Vernal to do as she is told. Unable to resist her charm, Vernal holds up her hands and removes her gloves.

"Lovely..." Weiss sighs. She reclaims Vernal's hand, drawing her towards the Schnee staff with a tender grip.

Weiss pumped her dick into Vernal's hand with her hips promptly. Vernal's hands were rougher than expected. Her hands were that of a labourer. Someone who worked the hard, unforgiving ground to earn her meal. Each of her fingers were long. Weiss imagined her body stretched them to accommodate intense moving and lifting. Weiss browsed along Vernal's toned biceps as they began stroking her cock unassisted.

Vernal's physique was crafted for function, not for show. Seemingly the polar opposite of Weiss who had been pampered for pageants. Her body was sturdy but in **** need of some TLC.

The enthusiasm Vernal had for pleasing Weiss was palpable, sighing quietly as she played with Weiss' staff. Vernal leaned in close to it. Her independent stroking became rhythmic like a drumbeat. Vernal longed to touch and be touched delicately. It was only natural for a woman of her age.

"You make me feel amazing! I can make you feel good too. I know how a woman's body works. I can give you pleasures you've only dreamt of. I can make you beg for more... I can make you love me!" Weiss teases.

Vernal's hairs stand on their ends at the sound of Weiss' prospects. Inches from her face, Vernal looks Weiss in the eyes.

She knows that Weiss is suggesting they should "make love". Vernal was told that the act was forbidden until marriage. Paradoxically, she was taught next to nothing on how it actually worked. Before Vernal had the chance to inquire further, Weiss steals a kiss. Her body froze. Weiss' tied hands embrace around Vernal's neck, stroking her chin using her thumbs.

Even as Weiss drew away, Vernal remained frozen. Quivering in place. Eyes glued shut. Vernal creamed her pants just from being kissed. She twitched like her brain was having a momentary malfunction. Eventually, her mind rebooted as Vernal came to her senses. Her eyes had a new perspective on the world. A world where fantasy and reality were not so distant!

"You... you kissed me! My first kiss! How could you make me feel this way!?" Vernal says breathlessly. Her voice became high pitched like a baby bird's chirping.

"How about we explore some more feelings in one of those comfy tents?" Weiss answers daringly.

"We can't..." Vernal hesitates. "We're not-"

"No one will know. It will be just you and me. I have so much more I want to teach you..." Weiss says cutting her off.