Shushing Michelle to silence, and stroking her hair, she calmed the new woman into peace.
*Click*
*Click*
"That's Pete secure, and almost ready." Her mouth inches from Michelle's ear, she couldn't ignore it. With a firm hand between her shoulder blades, Camille drove her forward, forcing her over the table. Breath huffing noisily from her body, as her bust crashed, against the unforgiving surface.
Breathless and terrified, her struggles were weak. Sliding her hand lower, Camille teased her way down to the base of her spine. Michelle panting in fear, imagining with dread that she was going to be violated. That Camille's thumb would plunge uninvited into her ass. It came to rest, just above it, far enough away that she could .... well, not relax, but dismiss her fears as simple panic.
With Camille's hand planted in her lower back Michelle was held in place. The occasional dry slap against her thighs, as Camille worked away behind her.
Then she heard it. The gluttonous, squelching, the slick snap of gel being applied. The noise telling clearly of the veiny, rippling surface of Pete, as the lube was smeared over the entire length. Camille was faking pleasure as she applied it, groaning and moaning sensually.
Michelle was reduced to shaking her head, and murmuring fearful whispered denials. Even they stopped, as she felt Camille's other hand. The cool gel, sending shivers up her spine, as she slid her hand lower. Michelle's pussy twitching at the attention, her breath caught, as one finger slipped inside.
The gel felt frigid, especially in contrast to her hot flesh.
"Here I come, ready or not." Camille's tone, joyous, playful, reminiscent of childhood games.
Michelle was silent, holding her breath. As the tip slid between her cheeks, a slick trail as it was guided into place. Camille paused, the tip barely moving, but every twitch made Michelle wince.
"Just relax, sweetheart. It'll only hurt more if you don't relax." She cooed the words, again stroking her hair. As the tension eased from Michelle's shoulders, "That's right... Good girl... Just relax..." The words almost hypnotic in their slow pacing, "Take it like a slut...." The final words making Michelle tense her entire body.
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