And Anita sits there, stunned and silent, watching them.
Her heart races, and there would be no hiding the scent of her arousal. They were so beautiful together, and Anita can see why Belle Morte liked watching them, liked the pair and hated when that pair left her. It is an amazingly erotic visual, but she knows they don't perform for her.
Which might be the biggest difference between her and Belle Morte. She will never ask them to fuck just so she can watch.
Anita licks her lips, eyes trained on them, never looking away, her breath quick and quiet. If this is getting her... feet... wet, then she's almost terrified of what more than a kiss will do.
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Date: 2009-10-01 10:49 pm (UTC)Her heart races, and there would be no hiding the scent of her arousal. They were so beautiful together, and Anita can see why Belle Morte liked watching them, liked the pair and hated when that pair left her. It is an amazingly erotic visual, but she knows they don't perform for her.
Which might be the biggest difference between her and Belle Morte. She will never ask them to fuck just so she can watch.
Anita licks her lips, eyes trained on them, never looking away, her breath quick and quiet. If this is getting her... feet... wet, then she's almost terrified of what more than a kiss will do.