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Marcy flies them through the window of Amber’s bedroom.
They don’t even need to stop kissing to do so.
They’ve done this like a hundred times before.
Amber trusts her completely not to hurt her and Marcy has the routine memorized down to a tee.
Its why they come in without a hitch or scratch.
Marcy lays Amber on the bed gently before kissing at her neck.
She hears Amber groan in her ear and it spurs her on some more that she begins her hungry trail of kisses down her body, kissing, sucking and groping every inch until she reaches her thighs and tights and rips them off her with one easy manoeuvre.
She begins to leave a trail of kisses on her inner thigh moving upwards.
Her lips are about to kiss Amber through her soaked panties when she feels her hand against her head.
Marcy looks up at her.
“You’ve gotta stop doing this.”
“Doing what?”
Amber held up her freshly torn tights,
“This!” She stresses.
Marcy simply smirks at her. “Don’t act like you don’t think it’s super fucking hot that I’m that desperate for you.”
“The first time? Sure. Once or twice a year? Okay. Every week, and it gets fucking annoying. I’m running out of tights. Not to mention you kept on doing it to my jeans or didn’t you notice I stopped wearing them around you?.” Snapped Amber.
“Relax! I’ll buy you some more.” Replied Marcy.
“With what money Grayson?” Asked Amber skeptically.
“Uhhhhh…” Marcy glanced at her sheepishly. “Honey, can I borrow money to buy you some tights?”
Amber just looked at her blankly before throwing the tights at Marcy’s head.
“So is that a no?” Asked Marcy with a small grin.
”Marce!” Cried out Amber.
Marcy just continued to smile before her head went back into position in between her legs and then she with one slow stroke she dragged her tongue across Amber’s panties.
Amber groaned at the action.
”Is that still a no?” Asked Marcy and then she did it again.
Ambers back arched this time.
”Well?” Questioned Marcy as her tongue moved a little faster.
“I’m- going- to -Fuck! find a- way to ugghhh, kill you, Marcy.” Panted Amber.
Marcy stops what she’s doing.
”I guess that really is a no then. Which means I should probably stop what I’m doing. I mean you wanna kill me after all all and I wouldn’t want to ruin any more clothing of yours. I guess I’m just gonna have to leave your pretty wet pussy alone from now on.” Said Marcy in a childlike taunt.
Amber squinted her eyes at her and a moment was flipping them over so Marcy was on her back.
”Finish what you started, you manipulative bitch and then we’re going to talk about how you’re going to buy me some new tights…. With your own money.” Said Amber before lowering herself onto Marcy’s face.
Marcy just chuckled and with a muffled response said “Yes Mam!”