These Hoes Are Irrefutable Girl Kissers

SEIZE MY LOVE (ENGLOT): 5

Charlotte wakes up early in the morning, and the first thing that pops up in her mind is Engfa. She is overwhelmed by the feelings that the dark-haired woman has evoked in her, both physically and emotionally, leaving her winded and also brimming with energy.

Her fingers trace her lips as she recalls the kiss they have shared, her mind plays back the sound of Engfa's moans, the heavy breathing she felt against her ear as she kissed her jawline, the way Engfa's hands felt against her waist when she grabs her to allow Charlotte to straddle her -- everything still feel so fresh as if it's happening to her again. 

She can feel her heart beating faster now. What is happening to her?

Her hand slips in under her shirt, slowly rubbing circles around her breast, as her other hand travels down her abdomen and sliding underneath her panties. As much as she tries to shake away the images of the older woman in her head, she couldn't. Maybe if she does something about it just this once, it will all disappear, right?

And so for the first time since she has been taken here, she finally gives herself permission to indulge in her morning routine -- something she hasn't done in this room because she doesn't want to be reminded that she isn't in her real bedroom.

The swiftness of her release shocks her. In a few short minutes, she finds her entire body shaking due to the intensity of her orgasm. She justifies that it's not because of Engfa, but because it has been a long time since she has masturbated. That must be it, really.

After the first one, she wanted more.

And more.

And more.

Until she couldn't anymore.

O.O

"Take a deep breath... slowly. That's it..." 

Charlotte shivers slightly as she feels Engfa's breath on her ear, whispering to her, her fingertips on her hands sending tiny shockwaves of electricity creeping up her arms and into her body. 

"I'm a little nervous," Charlotte admits. Her hands feel cold and sweaty, but she feels Engfa's palms clasping her hands, her thumb slowly rubbing against her fingers.

"Don't be... I'm here."

It's why I'm actually more nervous, hello.

"Yeah..." Charlotte closes her eyes, unable to keep herself from inhaling the scent of the woman standing next to her. Memories of that night flash through her mind, replaying the kiss over and over, unsettling her, dismantling her senses from within. 

It's just a kiss, though. Lips on lips. Tongue against tongue. She's done it so many times with other people. Yet, this is the first time a mere kiss has rocked her world. Is it because Engfa is a girl? Is that it? Maybe the kiss itself isn't that special -- she's probably just obsessing over it because it's with a woman, so it's a new experience, and it's just the novelty of it all that's been exciting her.

Yeah, that's it. It's not Engfa, per se. It's just because it's a kiss with a girl. Yep. Totally. She'll get over it.

"Focus..." Engfa's deep voice breaks through Charlotte's overthinking.

She takes a deep breath, as she tries to ignore the nervousness she's feeling, and focuses on the cold steely feel of the gun in her hand and at the target several feet away from her.

"Fire when you're ready," Engfa lets go of Charlotte's hands, and takes a step back.

She watches the younger woman focusing intently on the target ahead of her. She sighs as she takes in every little detail of Charlotte's side profile. The sharp jawline, the cheekbone, the intense look she has when she's focused on something -- made more perfect with that winged eyeliner that Engfa likes on her -- and her lips that's now against her teeth as she is obviously concentrating. Engfa wishes it's her biting on it, though.