“Aww, a biter,” Sheila cooed. “Haven’t had one of you in a while. Bet you were holding out for the perfect moment to surprise me with that little nibble, yeah?”
She tensed her calf, tightening the stranglehold that had Mia’s open muzzle pressed against her wet loins. Mia protested as her jaws spread further apart, but whatever profanities she might have howled in response were lost between her captor’s legs. Stubble scratched her lips as she tried to turn away.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Sheila heckled. “Who raised you?” She grabbed a fistful of blue hair and squeezed her legs tight.
Mia pushed and slapped against Sheila’s thick thighs and cheeks, squirming desperately to wriggle free, but beneath the ample flesh, she could feel those rigid muscles locking her in place. They were hard as rocks. She was getting woozy, and no matter how far back she tried to pull her tongue, she couldn’t keep it from touching labia. Everything tasted like rank sweat.
She braced herself against the floor with her palms, sucking wet air through flared nostrils as she tried to catch her breath. Her knees burned. Sheila flashed a golden sneer, stroking Mia’s tousled top as she sputtered through slimy juice. Mia flashed red daggers right back at her.
“Atta girl,” Sheila teased as Mia’s breathing slowed. She twirled a blue lock around her finger. “Your tongue still works, doesn’t it? I could go for a little apology.” She pinched Mia’s nose shut, and the scowl suddenly turned to distress as the air stopped.
Mia’s teeth were still sunk deep into Sheila’s most intimate parts; she’d been under the mistaken impression that a good, hard chomp would dissuade her amorous antagonist from continuing. But no matter how hard she tried to push her fangs in, she couldn’t break skin. It was like biting into a rubber chew toy, and the more she struggled with it, the wetter it got. She gagged a little as warm slickness trickled down her throat. Her tongue ached from trying to hold it back.
Sheila found this especially amusing. She released her fingers, and a gasp of relief whistled through her plaything’s nose. She wondered how long Mia could hold her breath if she were really motivated…
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