"Such a good girl, aren't you?"
Her voice was as smooth as honey, slim fingertip skimming up the upper thigh of the woman bound to the bed beside her, coming away slick thanks to the juices flowing from her cunt, a whine slipping from her lips when fingers tickled at the sensitive clit exposed to her, legs tensing and pulling at the robes that had her spread open.
She brought her hand to her mouth, cleaning her fingers of the juices that coated them, letting them slip past crimson lips with a lewd pop.
"And you taste just wonderful~"
She could feel the woman's eyes on her, pleading, begging through the gag in her mouth for the sweet release of her orgasm, her hips churning in an attempt to get the toy inside her to move a little harder, to give her a proper fuck so that her body could be released from the tension building inside her stomach, to rid herself of the knot that only seemed to tighten with each thrust the toy gave.
She had been set up specifically to keep her from her climax, the machine only going fast enough to stimulate, yet not enough to bring her any kind of real pleasure. Her legs were bound, and hands tied up above her head and to the bed posts to keep her from touching herself.
She knew she loved it, if her own moaning wasn't proof enough, the slowly growing puddle beneath her perfectly round ass was.
"Such a needy little slut, aren't you? Think you can hold out just a little bit longer and put that pretty little mouth to good use?"
A grin split those crimson lips when the girl beneath her nodded in compliance, and with her gag removed, uttered two simple words.
"Anything, Miss."
And so, delicate fingers hooked into the sides of her panties, letting the thin piece of fabric fall to the floor before stepping up onto the bed and perching herself above the face of her little slut for that evening, a soft whisper of a moan parting her lips when a tongue came in contact with her cunt. Hips began to grind down, pressing her already dripping pussy to her mouth as a hand tangled in the hair beneath her, holding her face in place as she rode her tongue, shamelessly fucking herself down on her little slut's tongue, her own climax being her only concern.
Her body leaned back, one hand splaying across the smooth skin beneath her while the other slipped the fabric of her dress from her shoulders to cup one of her breasts, teasing the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.