Fall prey all the way

"Okay," she whispered, and didn't even hear the other three make comments or sounds.

It was as if the world faded away, just her and this amazing raven-haired beauty, who body called out to hers like a Siren.

"I was thinking," Rachel gulped, wanting to see this woman's approval, "I was thinking of a schoolgirl. Something... innocent."

The woman chuckled, and it was like bubbles of pleasure rose within Rachel. "Oh you're sweet, but you're not innocent," she said, drawing Rachel even closer than she needed to be, and then closer still. "No," she said, her hand moving along Rachel's arm, raising her arousal to maddening levels. "I think you're a naughty school girl."

"Strip," she said, and Rachel whipped herself out of her clothes so fast an audience would've missed in if she were onstage.

"Oh I love piercings!" Liz cooed, cupping one and then the other breast, her thumbs scraping their nails atop her rock-hard nipples. "And I love girls who love them," she purred. "Why did you get them?"

Rachel gulped, answering without a thought. "A boyfriend of mine liked them. He'd make it part of sex."

Liz moved slightly, one long leg, clad in leather, slipped between Rachel's legs. Her extra height made it easy for her to rub it against Rachel's throbbing cunny, making her moan in pleasure that was rapidly spreading through her entire body.

"So," Liz purred, licking Rachel's earlobe, sucking on it like it was a nipple before licking down her jawbone. "It's safe to say that with your pleasure you like a bit... of pain!"

Liz's mouth sealed upon Rachel's, muffling her sounds as Liz simultaneously ground her leg harder against her cunt and crushed the younger girl's breasts in her hands, leaving five vivid red finger marks upon each breast..

Rachel whimpered, torn between the mild pain and pleasure.

"Shh," Liz soothed into her mouth, letting her tongue sooth her as her rubbing thigh glided along Rachel's crotch. Liz's claws traced the girl's breasts, lightly moving across the slight bruises she'd made before letting her fingertips roam, expertly massaging, tweaking the nipples so they felt like sparks were flying between them and Liz's fingertips. Her tongue left Rachel's mouth, their noses rubbing for a moment, Liz's green eyes like a tiger's mesmerizing it's prey.

Rachel shuddered beneath the touches of the older woman, the brief pain of her hands fading from memory.

"I confess," Liz whispered, as her mouth lowered, "I like to cause pain." Her pointed tongue licked Rachel's neck, and she groaned again. "But only when there's pleasure. I want to mark you as mine," she growled, and Rachel whimpered.

Liz's teeth grazed her neck, her nails played with her nipples, pinching and twisting, but alternating with massaging the tender tissue around them.

"May I mark you?" Liz asked, licking and nibbling along her jaw and neck, knee pressing firmly against against Rachel's sex.

"Oh yes," Rachel hissed, and gasped at Liz's teeth buried themselves in her neck, worrying at her neck and sucking it like she wanted blood, her tongue lapping against the thin skin she held between her sharp teeth.

Rachel mewled, scarcely even feel Liz's nails retracing their earlier marks, or moving to dig deep into the juiciness of her breasts. Her knee rubbed lightly against Rachel's slit, and Rachel wanted to squat when it lowered. When she did the knee would return with a juicy smack.

"Ten minutes til the amateurs start," a voice called, the words carrying no meaning to Rachel's scrambled brain.