Page 29 of Christa's Obsession

With the connection to Wanda’s trees, Christa got the full sense of how Wanda felt about the trees touching her. The conflict came from missing out, not because she was jealous, and that made Christa’s thighs want to clamp together at how her sex throbbed with a vigor that left her with a deep ache in her womb. Her essence slicked her folds at images that came from Wanda about exactly how Christa would look with her trees touching her.

Going with what Wanda envisioned, Christa moved back and lay on her back. The leaves were as comfortable as any bed she’d slept on. Those same leaves moved to stroke over her hips as they had done earlier. The teasing nature was as arousing asWanda’s attention as she moved to face Christa. She tucked a hand under her head, pillowing it, while her other hand slipped between her thighs in a move that left Christa conflicted because she wanted to be the one touching Wanda.

After we have finished,the trees whispered.

“Were you in demon or human form when they touched you?” Wanda asked in a breathless rush, clearly having heard what the trees had said.

“In my demon form, yes,” Christa murmured through a throat that was tight from desire. “Do you want my demon to emerge?”

Yes.Her demon side was eager for it.

No. It’s Wanda’s choice, not yours.

Wanda gave her a look of approval from being given the choice. “As you are, please.”

Her demon gave a dramatic huff, which Christa ignored when the branches took hold of her legs and spread them. Her bare mound hid nothing from Wanda’s searching stare.

The hand between Wanda’s thighs moved, her skin flushing pink.

“Let me see how you touch yourself.” Christa’s breath caught at the shy look Wanda aimed at her. She hesitated, remaining onher side, then shifted the top leg back, the knee of her other leg coming forward to touch Christa’s thigh, giving Christa an unfettered view.

The sight of her pretty pussy, wet and glistening as a tiny finger ran over her clit in a slow motion, before dipping down to come back up wet to her clit, caused the growing desire to heat her sex to a level that left Christa on the edge of a climax.

“So wet… is that because of me?”

Wanda peeking at her with a shyness that was at odds with the picture she made while she bit her lower lip and nodded left Christa having to resist touching herself at the arousal flowing through her. “Let me taste you, please?”

Christa’s lips parted as Wanda’s eyelashes lowered, wearing a bashful look as she offered her a finger that moments ago had been inside Wanda. Without hesitation, Christa sucked it, licking off the sweet essence, groaning at the taste as she swallowed.

Wanda sighed as Christa released the finger now slick from her mouth. “Rub my wetness over your pussy and imagine it’s my lips and tongue doing it. Unless…”

A look of expectation appearing along with a flush of pink rising over her breasts as Wanda shivered. “Unless?”

Christa gave her a sinful smile. “Come here and place your knees on either side of my head, facing down my body, so you can watch your trees touch me.”

Wanda’s hand jerked mid-air. The flush infused her whole body. “Ohhh.”

Come on, beloved, she knows what you desire.

Christa found the trees' encouragement as arousing as watching Wanda hesitantly position herself over her face. The scent of her sex was heady, along with the sight of it wet with arousal, ripe and swollen, wanting Christa’s touch.

The trees had other ideas. They captured Wanda’s hands, the same as Christa’s.Watch,they encouraged them both.

Branches covered in peach pulp moved into Christa’s view. The juice dripped onto her face as they rubbed the fruit flesh over the whole of Wanda’s sex. Moving between her ass cheeks to her clit, missing no part of her sex.

Christa opened her mouth, working to catch any of the drops as they fell from Wanda as the trees worked.

So caught up, she gasped in pleasure when tree branches squeezed plump, ripe peaches over her breasts, trickling the juice over them both. They rubbed pulp against her nipples, then down her belly to her mound. She arched in anticipation as she felt Wanda’s heated gaze on her.

Unable to look down, she could only guess how she looked when branches moved and opened her sex. She groaned in approval at the stretch and feeling of stickiness that teased her lips.

She tastes divine.The trees’ whispered words made Wanda’s ass wiggle and her sex clasp, making peach pulp fall onto Christa’s lips. She shuddered, her tongue chasing the peach, bringing it into her mouth. The combination of flavors left her straining for more. Her demon tongue, bigger, longer, reached where Christa’s human side could not.

It ran over the branches, pulp, and pussy with abandon.

So naughty.The trees swayed in amusement, the noise much like laughter as they moved around them.

Not as naughty as you are for teasing us.Wanda’s words came in whispered gasps as Christa didn’t stop tasting, her own desire driven by Wanda’s and her trees’.

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