[ celine's fingers -- lithe and cunning -- dance upon penny's cunt for only a moment, to satisfy her innate desire to tease. she moans as a sigh breezes into the warmth of her neck, and celine sends her thumb grazing across penny's clit before those same fingers start to press inward, start to push. celine's voice falls to a husky whisper. ] And I want you, my darling girl. You can have me. We can have each other. Every day and always, if you like. You'll love kneeling for me, my Penny. You'll love kneeling to taste my cunt.

[ again, celine wrenches penny by the hair but only so she can capture those plush lips in a savage, searing kiss. her tongue washes into penny's mouth, practically mouth-fucking her with the intensity of it before pulling back with a last, sharp nip to the young woman's bottom lip. ]

Maybe you should kneel now. Would you like that, Penny? To kneel? To taste me? To obey? [ she tugs on that dark hair again, forcing penny to gaze into her eyes. the redhead's voice lowers again, drawing them into something shared and intimate... and as she speaks, she sinks her fingers deep. ] To love me?