Both went to growl at being called a plaything but only longing groans of pleasure came from the two of them. Sometimes their tone wavering in height the closer they were teased to their edge.

Carmilla frozen, wet and throbbing for Laura’s fingers to keep touching her was now so wet she could barely feel anything between her legs apart from the pent up coiled spring of an orgasm unable able to let go. She whimpered so weak it was a plead. Begging Laura to come back and not caring if Mircalla heard how desperate it sounded.

But Mircalla couldn’t do anything. She obeyed Laura’s command and did exactly as she said. Positioning herself in Carmilla’s eye line and welcoming the hands of Laura on her hips. She had no idea Laura had this in her. She craved to see how far Laura could go. Maybe she was more like Ell than she thought…maybe she was worse.

At the words kneel Mircalla felt Laura guide her and moaned loudly with as she mounted the sybian. She was dripping wet which made the penetration slid effortlessly. Had she have been able to move she would have got Laura behind her to play, getting them to ride together. But until she could move freely again, knowing Carmilla was watching was satisfying enough.