"I've missed you calling me that," she said warmly. "You used to call me so many names." Her lips were running up underneath her chin again, trying to tilt her head back while her fingers reached in and started brushing against her sex again. Her free hand reached over to the hip pouch, pulling something out from inside. One of the toys she'd arrived with, she brought the set of beads into one hand and held them while her fingers started to tease their way at Alkaid's entrance again.
"We were just kids then, when we met. I've grown older now and you're still so young. I know what you really look like, you know. Such pretty brown eyes, short, brown hair. I always liked brown hair." She was trying to make it out like they were closer, like she knew so many things about her that she couldn't possibly have. "What was your favorite subject?"
As she said that, her fingers started to push in, the tone making it sound like it was a rhetorical question, like she already knew, trying to lead it out of her while the beads snuck their way up and she pressed the smallest to her pucker.
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"We were just kids then, when we met. I've grown older now and you're still so young. I know what you really look like, you know. Such pretty brown eyes, short, brown hair. I always liked brown hair." She was trying to make it out like they were closer, like she knew so many things about her that she couldn't possibly have. "What was your favorite subject?"
As she said that, her fingers started to push in, the tone making it sound like it was a rhetorical question, like she already knew, trying to lead it out of her while the beads snuck their way up and she pressed the smallest to her pucker.