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Sofia Bane
Desperate, Cuffed, Kinky (F/F Watersports)
Desperate, Cuffed, Kinky (F/F Watersports)
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Olivia never thought of herself as kinky until her secret butch crush Rae slaps a pair of handcuffs on her. With the handcuffs key lost, Olivia's growing need to pee means her tights may end up wet. Rae gives her a hand...and a mouth! This 4,000 word story features lesbians, desperation, wetting, oral sex, urophagia, and of course one very convenient pair of handcuffs.
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Excerpt:
“Let me take your pants off,” Rae offered behind me. “Look, you can go behind a bush, I won’t even watch.”
My heart hammered in my chest at this intimacy. “Really?”
“Of course really.” Her tone was gently mocking. “You’ll have to uncross your legs first though.”
She was right, my thighs were pushed tightly together. I could feel how distended my stomach was, and a few jolts made it clear how close I was to wetting myself. “Hurry,” I begged, widening my stance just enough that she may be able to get my tights off.
She stepped in front of me, close enough that our breasts brushed, and pushed my tunic up my belly. As her fingers skimmed my stomach for my waistband, she laughed under her breath. “Not the circumstances I imagined I’d be undressing you under.” Her hand dipped under my tights and she tangled her fingers in my pubic hair. “Not the ones I supposed you imagined either.”
I squirmed in her touch, not just from desperation. “Get these off me,” I pleaded. "Before I – "
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Excerpt:
“Let me take your pants off,” Rae offered behind me. “Look, you can go behind a bush, I won’t even watch.”
My heart hammered in my chest at this intimacy. “Really?”
“Of course really.” Her tone was gently mocking. “You’ll have to uncross your legs first though.”
She was right, my thighs were pushed tightly together. I could feel how distended my stomach was, and a few jolts made it clear how close I was to wetting myself. “Hurry,” I begged, widening my stance just enough that she may be able to get my tights off.
She stepped in front of me, close enough that our breasts brushed, and pushed my tunic up my belly. As her fingers skimmed my stomach for my waistband, she laughed under her breath. “Not the circumstances I imagined I’d be undressing you under.” Her hand dipped under my tights and she tangled her fingers in my pubic hair. “Not the ones I supposed you imagined either.”
I squirmed in her touch, not just from desperation. “Get these off me,” I pleaded. "Before I – "
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