Angel's Touch

Angel's Touch (Part Two)

Part Two

As Jack was about to open the door, Gaige quickly darted into a cabinet while Angel stood up, grasping for her clothes and covering her chest.

"Dad, I'm changing!"

"What? Oh sorry, honey. I'll be out with Butt Stallion if you need me!"

Shouted Jack in his usual douchey tone.

Angel let out a sigh of relief, her chest heaving.

"That was too close for comfort. ."

"Agreed, but it was fun huh?"

Gaige snickered as she stepped out of the cabinet.

"Whatever.."

The Siren threw her torn clothing to the ground and approached Gaige, her hips swaying from side to side.

Gaige admired the female's body for she had good bosoms and good hips. Her pink tongue quickly slipped out of her mouth, licking her cut-up, dry lips to moisten them.

Upon reaching the younger female, Angel placed her soft, cold palms on Gaige's shoulders, pulling her closer to the a Siren's bust, her breath calm and soothing.

The Mechromancer's rose red lips turned up for a smile, her thin arms coiling around Angel's waist. She then leaned forwards, pressing her warm, moistened lips against the female's collarbone, brushing against it sweetly with lust. Slowly crouching down as her lips met the Siren's smooth skin, kissing her breast bone in strokes. She cupped the female's right bosom in her left, frosty mechanical hand, then cupped the left bosom in her smooth right palm. Tilting her head further down, her warm lips enveloped Angel's perky right nipple, kissing it delicately. Her graphene alloy mechanical hand gently groped the other bosom, her fore finger and thumb squeezing the nipple with need. Gaige looked up at Angel with innocent eyes as she did all of this, wanting to hear her moans and feel her heat.

Angel closed her eyes tightly, her cheeks blushing a dark shade of crimson red as her silver lined lips parted, a moan of ecstasy resonating from her throat. She grasped Gaige's shoulders tightly, her nails digging into the torn up shoulders of the jacket. "A-ah.."

Gaige parted her Iips from the Siren's bosom, her knees bending as she crouched further down, her soft velvet lips against the pale skin, her right hand's digits tracing down Angel's light blue tattoos until she reached her waist. Sliding both thumbs into her pants, she would pull the lower garments down to the female's knees.

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I finally finished part two and left you guys with another cliff hanger.

I'm about to start marching camp soon so part 3 will take a bit longer. This /should/ be done before November.