jukeboxemcsa:“I…I really shouldn’t…” The tone of drifting pleasure in Melinda’s voice was already
jukeboxemcsa: “I…I really shouldn’t…” The tone of drifting pleasure in Melinda’s voice was already giving the lie to her hesitant words. Her shorts had already fallen to the floor a few minutes ago, and the sheer bliss she felt when she let it happen was overwhelming her better judgment. And Lillian promised her that this was only the beginning… “We can stop whenever you want,” Lillian said, but they both knew that this was a lie. Not that Lillian wouldn’t stop if Melinda asked, but Melinda couldn’t bring herself to ask. The pleasure that Lillian poured into her brain whenever she obeyed and exposed a little more of her body to Lillian’s hungry gaze was stronger than her resistance, stronger than any willpower she could bring to bear. Lillian only offered to stop because she knew Melinda would never take her up on it. And Melinda knew that Lillian knew just how absolute her control already was. Not that knowing helped. “J-just a little more,” Melinda mumbled, pulling up her top to expose the underside of her breasts. Her other hand gripped the waistband of her panties, twisting the fabric in an agony of indecision. She knew that she was losing the ability to question Lillian’s suggestions, but she couldn’t remember anymore whether that was an outcome she was trying to avoid or embrace. She wouldn’t be able to stop at just stripping for Lillian, though. In fact, that was almost surely just the beginning. Lillian looked at her with smoldering heat in her gaze, and purred, “You know what to do next.” And Melinda did. She didn’t know how she knew, whether it was telepathy or black magic or just a form of charisma so strong that Melinda couldn’t help wanting to submit to Lillian’s sensual charms, but she knew exactly what Lillian wanted. Lillian wanted to see all of her now. Lillian wanted her vulnerable. Helpless. Nude and trembling before Lillian’s gaze. Melinda froze, her mind and body struggling to resist that knowledge for as long as she could. But in the end, it was only a few seconds before the rest of her clothing fell to the floor. “I…I really shouldn’t,” Melinda whispered, as her fingers slid down to tease her clit. But she knew that, ultimately, she would. (Like these captions? Want to see more? Visit www.patreon.com/Jukebox to find out how!) -- source link