Duck Lake Riveted

*snerks* I was hoping we could fade to black here, then have another soon? I can start it whenever you're ready!

The make-up sex would be good, Turquoise felt certain. She leered at Rivet as if the svelte DeMonte woman was a choice cut of meat, even licking her lips. The expression died an instant death when Rivet pivoted and raced away. Turq looked after her in dismay for a moment, disliking being teased and having to work for it. But, from here, she could see what a fine piece of ass she would be working for, which was incredibly motivating.

"I'm going to scissor you into next week!" Turq promised. In their dynamic, she occasionally stepped into the masculine role, though generally neither of them considered one to be "the man" and the other "the woman" in the relationship; they were both ladies, thank-you very much! Activities that lent to mutual pleasure were favored.

Digging her black claws into the silty lakeshore, Turquoise leaped after her lover, her blood already hot with the notion of lovemaking. She could easily overtake Rivet, yet she allowed her to trail ahead for a while. When she grew impatient with lust, with need for Rivet's delicious body, she simply caught up with her, tackled her to the ground like a lion felling a wildebeest, then dragged her into some brush to have her way with her all night long.