Forever & Always, Maira | BP LISA

↳ CHAPTER 32 ༉‧₊˚❦

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A small smile danced on Aamaira's full lips as she gazed down at the vision in front of her. Never in her entire life would she thought this would be her. Her hands, lathered in the Vaseline Cocoa Butter Body Oil, roam over the soft skin as she glides easily over the smooth, surface of slightly tanned skin.

"Mhm," was the moan that greeted Aamaira's ears in response to her squeezing and rolling the muscle in the palm of her hands.

"You like that?" Aamaira's tone of voice dipped into a deeper, raspier octave. Her voice had her reeling back, blinking sporadically. Did I just? Why do I even sound so—

"Just like that." Murmurs the female in a rich, deep, and velvety tone.

"Liz!" Aamaira squeals, aghast.

"What?" Even without being able to see Lalisa's face, Aamaira could tell she was smiling.

Aamaira pinches Lalisa's skin in retaliation, before picking up and squeezing a portion of skin, kneading her knuckles in the area relieving the tension. Lalisa had been complaining about sore muscles since she had begun rehearsing for her group's upcoming comeback. Aamaira got tired of hearing her complaints and here they were days later.

"Fuck, Kondii! Right there!" Lalisa moaned as Aamaira applied friction to the older girl's skin using a technique of steady pressure on the muscle. "Right there...yes!"

Aamaira felt giddy. She always felt like that whenever Lalisa called her Kondii, though she still had no idea what it meant.

"You know," Aamaira muses. "I should've let you beg for it."

Lalisa only hums. "Kondii, are you talking for the sake of talking or are you doing all that yapping just to get spanked?"

Aamaira's breath hitches as Lalisa's words register in her ears. Butterflies swarm her stomach in a new type of vengeance. Heading south. Unleashing a new type of awakening. How can one mere sentence have me like this?

"Oh, so now you silent?" Lalisa asked. There was a pause. Silence engulfs them. Lalisa spoke once again, "kondii?"

"Hmm." She squeaks as her body is still involuntarily reacting to Lalisa's previous words.

Lalisa saying 'kondii' again was like a cherry on top. Aamaira was not sure how much more she could take. She desperately wanted to do something. Anything. One of those things included clenching her thighs. 'Kondii, are you talking for the sake of talking or are you doing all that yapping just to get spanked?' Lalisa's words seemed to be echoing in her mind. Repeatedly. Excitement bubbled within her at the possibilities. Lalisa's words had opened a new floodgates in her pants.

"Do you find it bothersome when I speak of spanking you?" Lalisa asks.

Aamaira gapes at Lalisa's back. Was it bothersome? Aamaira in turn asks herself. She recalls how her body had readily responded to Lalisa's words. The new dampness in her panty was a clear indication of how she felt on the matter. No, never. If anything I like it a bit too much. It turns me on.

"I mean it's different," Aamaira's voice came off softer. She then shrugs, before remembering Lalisa can't see her. "But, I like it, you know. It's like something to look forward to."

Aamaira switches her touch to a gentle, light feather-like stroke as she goes down Lalisa's spine. Using that moment to shuffle herself backwards, off of Lalisa's back. Focusing on another area. Lalisa had been complaining about her calves. Aamaira kneads her fingers in a steady circular motion to loosen the muscles of her thighs. She would start there and then work her way down.