That's the problem with a millenia long friend you sleep with. They know all about your weak spots.
The slap had Cinder biting her lower lip, tensing up a bit from the mix of pain and pleasure.
"I was gonna let you go at some point...
And if you keep going, I just might"
๐จ sharp inhale, heaving breaths. "I fear you'd only let go once I'd grown limp." Then, in both a harsh tease & endearing manner, one of her hands come up, SMACKING Cinder right on the thick of one of those udders.
"Cum me a river, or whatever that saying was."
A gasp of pain that quickly turns into a shameful moan manages to break the hold the caramel elf had over her friend, finally letting her pull out of that massive chest to allow some breathing room.
"Oh you bitch, you could have asked nicely !"
She's smiling despite her tone
๐ugs aside, being pressed right up against the other's plump chest is enough to send someone right into the afterlife. After a moment of attempts to speak out ( all muffled into her boobs ), she decides to retaliate.
*๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ฃ.
๐fter a very eventful evening of sweat-slickened skinshipโโshe is now left with four pieces of gold, smeared makeup, and a lack of underwear to her name.