“Luna, focus.” Orders Madam Z, and Luna’s mind snaps back into place. She had no idea how long it had been since the session started. Seconds? Minutes? … Hours? “Are you intentionally attempting to fail the exercise?”
Baram had Luna completely at her mercy. Legs wrapped around her waist. Head pulled back over her shoulder and lips covering her own. Where has her top gone?
As Luna comes to her senses, their tongues continue wrestling for dominance within her mouth.
Then for a brief second, Baram pulls away from the long kiss, whispering “Careful baby, any rough movements will only hurt you, and I don’t want that …” Only then did Luna realize that despite the mind melting caresses and French kissing, this was still a fight and Baram had her in a very effective hold.
Unsure of how to proceed Luna instinctively moves her face closer to Baram, desperately trying to connect lips again, but Baram denies her, shoving her fingers into her mouth instead.
“Take it easy baby, save that tongue for my pussy.” She chirps sweetly into Luna’s ear. “I’m also dying to taste you…” Her tone grows harsh and before applying pressure on the hold, reminding Luna who is in control.
Then just as she the pain subsides, Baram locks lips with Luna once more, driving her mad with lust.
In the dark corner, Madam Z grins to herself as she catches on to Baram’s play.
With Luna focus completely in disarray, she is unable to notice Baram’s feet slowly pushing her panties off …
(To be continued…)