Catarina didn’t realise Elana was talking to her. Her half-lidded eyes gazed longingly between Mary’s legs. She kept sniffing the air, not quite capable of using her limbs. Yet, she somehow wormed herself closer and closer to the addictive substance that now drenched her long, violet hair.
“How troublesome,” Elana knew how terrible the addiction could be. She didn’t feel like having Catarina become dependent on her sister. “Well, you are quite slow, I suppose.”
Elana yanked out her foot from her sister’s mouth, leaving Mary coughing. Once more, she used Mary’s hair to wipe her foot clean, leaving most of the saliva in the brown crown.
Judging Catarina would take a few minutes longer before reaching the dangerous soup, Elana decided to find something suitable for deflowering the smaller girl. The pile of sex toys was still there and still as messy. But she was now familiar with it, making the search quicker.
But there was nothing Elana found suitable. She discarded item after item, finally sighing. “Why is everything so large?” She held a butt plug shaped like a diamond.
“Mnnn,” It took a moment before Cinthia realised she had been addressed. “Oh, uh?”
It didn’t look like Cinthia would answer. It wasn’t like she was a mindless slave to her desires. She simply had nothing to say.
Not like Elana sought for justifications. “Not everyone’s holes are as ‘explored’ as yours.” She dropped the, admittedly, pretty plug. “I guess these will have to do.” She wiggled her fingers.
“Nice,” Cinthia moaned and leaned down to lick Mary’s face.
“Don’t go too far. She is mine.” Elana reminded.
While Cinthia grunted in acknowledgement, Elana headed towards her next target. She gracefully stepped over Mary’s pitiful attempt at grabbing her feet. Her eyes were now on Catarina.
The girl, completely naked, was rolling on the ground. Her body was covered in slight perspiration, and her modest chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Catarina was slowly coming to herself, her eyes fluttering as she tried to judge her situation and failed.
“Now, now,” Elana’s eyes travelled all over the frail body, imagining it beneath her, screaming her name. “What do we have here.” She now loomed above the helpless girl. “Do you want more?”
The offer was enough to force a reaction from Catarina. “Yes!” She moaned. It was hard to tell if that had been an instinct or if she recognised Elana’s voice. Maybe it was something else.
It didn’t matter anyway. It wouldn’t have mattered if Catarina hadn’t answered at all. Elana had already decided to take this girl, and nothing would stop her.
“Make sure she is watching.” She addressed Cinthia while licking her lips. Elana was now greedily evaluating the smooth slit between Catarina’s legs.
It looked so fuckable, in Elana’s opinion. Her fingers twitched, longing to be enclosed in the tight-looking opening. The wetness would help with the penetration. The girl practically screamed to be ravaged.
Elana leaned down, pushing her index finger against Catarina’s upper arm, feeling the burning heat coming from the girl. “Reaching an orgasm and collapsing on the ground. How unsightly.” She tutted, ignoring the fact she had done the same in the church where she had vowed herself to Moira. “Come here.”
Catarina was so light! Elana barely felt the weight in her arms. She carried the princess towards the broken bed, passing her hysterical sister. “Ah,” Elana smiled. “You are awake.”
“I sensed something fun is about to happen.” Moira shamelessly rubbed her pussy, her legs wide, showing her freshly fucked vagina to Mary. She widened the entrance, exposing her depths much to Elana’s sister’s dismay.
“Indeed,” Elana nodded. “I proposed this little minx.” She reached the bed and dropped the petite girl next to Moira. “But I don’t think I will wait for our wedding night to claim her all.”
“Claiming more wives already?” Moira puffed her cheeks, huffing and turning her head away. “We just had our first time. Now you are already laying your hands on another.”
“Yes, yes.” Elana watched as Catarina slowly turned her head, parsing where she was. “Indeed I am. I can tell you love the idea.”
“Ah, you got me,” Moira giggled. “Who doesn’t like watching two girls fuck?” She rubbed her clit faster. “And I will get them too. It’s victories all around.” Her breasts bounced up and down, jiggling and slapping together.
“Putting on a show?” Elana hummed in appreciation. Her wife was a master at making her breasts rotate in unexpected ways.
The large assets were a marvel. She couldn’t wait, reaching out and grabbing one of the breasts. The pliable flesh sunk under Elana’s touch. Her grasp became more forceful as she watched her fingers vanish in Moira’s boob.
“Forgetting someone?” Moira glanced at Catarina, who was gaping.
“Not really,” Elana unwillingly let go of the mountain and looked at the smaller mound. She didn’t mind the switch. Her hand fell onto Catarina’s breast, making the girl shudder and squirm from the touch.
“Elana!” Catarina’s voice was full of need and lust. She gingerly lifted her own hand and planted it on top of Elana’s, not letting her let go of the breast. Her other hand moved towards the blond’s thigh, where it hesitantly slid around it and pulled the Queen closer.
“Just give me a moment,” Elana’s smile didn’t waver. She enjoyed how Catarina’s hand slid higher on her thigh, finding her ass. The kinky girl didn’t even hesitate to grab Elana’s bottom and travel further to the crack. “Bring the faucet closer. She has to see this.”
Elana’s smile grew wider when Catarina’s fingers wriggled between her lower cheeks and began exploring. Her whole bottom was drenched from the energetic sex she had before. Not enough for a smooth entrance into her ass, but it didn’t mean it was impenetrable. And Catarina was eager to try and conquer the rear entrance.
“Let’s proceed,” Elana announced once Cinthia had brought Mary closer. “I have been waiting for this.” She felt her ass give a little.
