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Buster’s front paws landed on the bed.
“Down, boy,” Myra said to him while she continued to thrust.
Buster, thankfully, turned around and left the room, so Myra moved to kneel behind Elisa and rubbed her clit with one hand while bringing her completely against her own sex with the other one on Elisa’s hip now.
“I want to do this to you with something else,” she said as she pressed Elisa back against her, rubbed herself over her, and pushed her away enough to thrust back inside her and pull back out. “Is that okay?” she asked.
“Yes. Whateveryouwant,” Elisa replied.
Five minutes later, Myra had on her old boy shorts and T-shirt and was holding the door open for Buster to run into the backyard. Elisa was starting the shower in the meantime and had said she needed just a minute before Myra joined her. Myra hoped that was a good thing, but she’d offered to take Buster out to give her that time. Buster ran around for a solid minute, sniffing at everything he could find before he finally relieved himself and rushed back inside. He ran into the living room, found a rope toy Elisa must have gotten for him, and met Myra at the foot of the stairs.
“Sorry, buddy. I’m going to go play with your mommy first. Maybe later,” she said and made her way upstairs to find Elisa standing naked in the doorway between the bedroom and the bathroom.
“How was my boy?” Elisa asked.
“He was good. All taken care of for now.”
“And how’s mygirl?” Elisa asked, wrapping her arms around Myra’s neck.
“She’s so fucking good right now.” Myra wrapped her own arms around Elisa’s waist and backed her into the bathroom. “Tired, but in the way that I don’t feel tired at all. I will crash so hard tonight, though.”
“Withme, maybe?” Elisa asked.
“If that is an option, I will take it.”
“It’s an option,” Elisa replied before she let go of her to get into the shower.
Myra walked in after her and realized that she hadn’t yet kissed Elisa good morning, so she pulled her against herself and kissed her softly.
“Oh, I forgot,” she said when she pulled out of the kiss.
“What?” Elisa asked, appearing disappointed because she’d wanted the kissing to continue.
“I’m supposed to go out with some friends tonight.”
The water ran over her face, and Myra worked to keep her hair out from under it.
“Oh,” Elisa said. “That’s okay. We can–”
“No, I don’t mean that I won’t still stay here or that youcan’t stay at my place because of that. I just forgot. Do you want to come with me?”
“To hang out with your friends?”
“Is that okay?”
Elisa bared her neck to Myra as she let the water run over her hair, and Myra resisted the urge to lean down and lick the skin that she now had access to.
“If you do, you’ll need a good concealer,” Myra added, running a finger over a dark spot on Elisa’s neck.
“I have a hickey?” Elisa asked, looking wide-eyed at her.
“You have two.”
Myra ran her fingers over the one on the other side of Elisa’s neck.
“I’ve never had a hickey,” Elisa revealed, looking quite proud of herself.
“Another first taken care of,” Myra said and ran a hand between Elisa’s breasts. “Beautiful.”
