"Something you'd like?" Lindsey puts a teasing little lilt into the question.

"Lindsey... I'm pretty sure I'm still warm right now, but... can we have sex?" 

"Yeah," Lindsey says. "I think we can. I think it'd be good for you." 

And she nudges Dove up off her lap, takes her by the hand, and leads her back into their private room, leaving their drinks behind.

Dove flops onto the bed and starts discarding her clothes, a lingering blush on her face. 

"Lindsey..." She looks over at her neighbour with new sense of respect in her eyes, and not a little infatuation. 

"My precious Dove." 

Lindsey closes the door behind them, comes down onto the bed, kneeling over Dove, and starts feeling her up, tracing her side, her stomach — then slips her hand up and pushes off Dove's bra, taking a firm handful of her right breast and pinching her nipple between her fingers. 

"Does it hurt? Is it too much to bear?" 

"Not at all," Dove says, and takes Lindsey's other hand and presses it in between her thighs. 

"... touch me more," she says. "Touch me here." 

Every tracery of Lindsey's fingers feels absolutely heavenly, and she hasn't even reached the good parts yet... 

"By your command.~" 

And Lindsey slips her hand beneath Dove's waistband, finds her soft little cock beneath, and starts to stroke.

"Ah... Ah, fuck..." 

Dove is quickly overwhelmed, the warmth of the ellecol inside her combining with the sensitivity of her most delicate parts to wash pleasure all through and over and within and without her, prickles of electric sweetness rolling through her and coiling in her core. 

"Lindsey... Oh, oh wow..."

"My Dove." 

And Lindsey seizes Dove's lips with hers, and kisses her, deep and long and lingering, as her fingers keep working their magic. 

"Lindsey..."

Dove twitches in Lindsey's hand, quickly coming to full hardness, her body rocking in against each touch as heat washes over her again and again. 

"Ellecol is fucking amazing..." 

"Oh, you haven't even gotten to the best part yet." 

And so saying, Lindsey starts to slowly, torturously kiss her way down Dove's body. 

"Ah... a-ah... ah! - aaaaaahhhh, oh... oh, wow... oh..." 

Dove blushes incandescently as she's meticulously taken apart, anticipating the touch of lips every time for long, golden seconds before they meet her skin again. 

And at the end of Lindsey's trip... At the end... Grace it's hard to keep her thoughts in any kind of order... but at the end — 

At the end of her trip, Lindsey pulls off Dove's panties completely, takes the head of her cock into her mouth, and starts to suckle. 

And Dove's world becomes nothing but wonderful, incredible sensations. 

It lasts for a long, long while. 

The sensations are almost too big to even fit in her head. They feel like drowning, like a fog of heat and pleasure and bliss - and like precise, delicate laps of Lindsey's tongue and bobs of her lips, every sensation picked out in incredible high fidelity. It's like all her nerves have been restrung denser, finer, and all her body sings with the feeling of arousal and its sating, suckle after suckle —

Lindsey speeds her pace, tucking her hair behind her ear, and the wet sounds of lapping tongue and the little pops of deep suckles fill the air, every drag of Lindsey's lips across Dove's cockhead branding her mind with intense pleasure —

Dove's breath speeds up, and up, and up, great heaving shuddery breaths driving out of her lungs, and she twitches and throbs in Lindsey's mouth. 

"Grace yes, yes, yes, please, more, make me come, make me come —"

And Lindsey obeys, sucking hard and firm and fast, bobbing on Dove's cock like she'd been training her whole life for this moment —

And Dove gasps out a sharp breath, and spends herself into Lindsey's warm, wet, and all too eager mouth. 

"Haaaaaaaaaah... Oh, wow..." 

Lindsey giggles, pulls off, and swallows. 

"Good girl," she says, and reaches up and tousles Dove's hair. "Feel less wrapped up in your coccoon now?~"

Dove giggles, and nods. "Yeah," she says with a soft exhale. "Yeah, totally." 

"Good. That's what we were aiming for." 

Lindsey smiles and pats Dove's hair. "Should I extend the room to give you some time to rest?" 

"Please. I'll cover it."