1. More Froth


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Reluctance, Author: bobbibangbang, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    lifted her that way and stretched a bit of skin to reach a small space. Under her breath, she whispered, "Easy, easy, don't move a muscle." Bobbi listened to the ding of blade on bowl, felt the smooth pull of blade across skin, the hot breath near her lips with each stroke. Petulant moans gave way to hunger-filled gasps as the blade and wielder reached the final small strokes. "Done." She heard whispered close to her swollen lips and she rolled her hips, wanting the barber-girl to kiss her work, give it a final seal. The blonde sat up straight and rose to her knees, her mouth a breath away from the red rubber ball. She stroked Bobbi's cheek and kissed the ball, licking her captive's lips all around. "Uh-uh-uh, naughty girl. That part is done. I'm happy to say you were very well behaved and no one got cut badly." She bent to the butterfly, kissing it hello before tugging the clamp with her teeth. "Only one thing left to do. --" One hand on Bobbi's butterfly nipple, rolling it in her fingers, she reached with the other and dipped the soap bar in the water, rolling it over and over in between palm and fingers working up a small soapy cloud. With both hands, small fingers lathered Bobbi's patch, massaged away tension, smoothing the skin. Bobbi opened her legs wider, inviting the blonde in closer, enveloping her as she washed the shaving cream and water away. When she was sure she had found all the soapy bits and washed them clean, she rinsed and patted down the other's bareness ...
    with the towel. Each pass with the towel made Bobbi writhe a bit more. Dry and clean on the outside, she burned with wetness on the inside. The blonde knelt low kissing the outside lips, nipping each one a little before sucking it. She nuzzled at Bobbi's clit with her nose and hummed a tuneless pleasure sound. Bobbi quivered against the sound, the feeling, grinding and pressing herself into the hot mouth. Strong fingers crawled under her butt lifting her up in supplication. A hot pink tongue lathed over the skin, tasting the juices. Bobbi cried against the ball gag, riding the lips and tongue on her, in her. A hand reached up and jigged the gag loose, the other hand pulled Bobbi down, lips locked together while their tongues touched, twined and pushed at each other. The work of another moment undid the silk tie behind her and Bobbi grappled with the girl. Her hunger still didn't have a name but she wanted her, needed her with every fibre of her being. Bobbi wrestled with the girl, rolling on the floor, pulling at her clothes, trying to release her. She all but bit the buttons from the blonde's shirt when she reached and tugged the clamps on Bobbi's hard nipples. She squealed but didn't stop, too driven by her need to care. "Stop." Not a playful command, a simple word that begged obedience. Stunned, Bobbi paused and looked at the girl to see signs of what was wrong. The blonde sat up and waggled a finger at her a look of disapproval on her face before she continued, "Naughty ...