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[leetle]

Hey! It's Jester!
I can't pick up right now, but I'll reply really soon, okay? Don't miss me too much.
...doot doo doo beep boop!





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[thunderbeau]

Suuuure you didn't. Well, it was fucking hot, so I'm not complaining.

[she takes in a shaky breath, nods her head. that's...a lot. she'll process that later.]

Gimme your hand. I'll show you.

[leetle]

Well, good.

[Chewing her lip, Jester sits up and holds her hand out for Beau to take.]

[thunderbeau]

[her own hands trembling slightly, she takes Jester's hand, gently guiding it between her legs, showing her how to touch, what kind of motions to use, how much pressure and where, until she's breathing hard, her thighs starting to shake.]

[leetle]

[Beau's hands are shaking, but Jester's are steady and firm; Beau is showing her what to do, and it turns out that she already know what to do, anyway. It's just like touching herself, with a few small differences. Soon enough, Jes is batting Beau's hand out of the way, leaning forward to kiss Beau as she teases at her entrance with two sure fingers.]

...Do you want my fingers?

[thunderbeau]

[Jester, as it turns out, is a natural. Beau's hips buck up into her hand, eyes wide, breathing hard]

Fuck, fuck, please, Jester.

[leetle]

[Jester grins at Beau, entirely too pleased with herself for how easily she's got Beau begging her. Her fingers press forward, dipping inward a little bit, and she could just give it to her, but...

She's kind of having fun. So she sing-songs:]

Please what, Beauregard?

[thunderbeau]

[Beau whines, hips rocking forward, trying to get more without having to ask]

Fuck. Fuck me with your fingers, Jessie, please.

[leetle]

[Jester's grin only widens, and she ducks her head to kiss Beau on the lips, before her fingers finally press in, stretching Beau open slowly but steadily. She shudders a little, feeling how hot Beau is, and whispers:]

You feel really good.

[thunderbeau]

[she cries out softly, hands going to Jester's hair, mindful of the horns]

Oh, gods, Jes. You feel fucking amazing.

[leetle]

[Her head dips lower, humming appreciatively as she sucks one of Beau's nipples into her mouth. Her fingers bottom out, filling Beau up to the knuckle, and then she begins to draw them back out, rocking in shallow back-and-forth motions. Beau made her feel so good, and she's extremely eager to repay the favor.]

[thunderbeau]

[it's working. Beau moans and grips Jester's hair tight, hips arching, her whole body trembling]

Gods, Jessie, you're so, fuck, you're good, don't stop, fuck!

[leetle]

[Hearing Beau's cries, Jester lets her fingers pick up the pace a little. Her wrist twists slightly, changing her angle so that her thumb can slide up and over Beau's clit, teasing firm circles around it in time with the thrusting of her hand.

She purses her lips and sucks hard at Beau's nipple, too, letting her fangs scrape just a little bit over velvety soft skin.]

[thunderbeau]

[She's about to warn Jester that she's close when she canges the angle and it's just right, in combination with that perfect scrape of fangs, and just like that, Beau is coming, back arching up off the bed, with a sharp cry of Jester's name.]

oh holy FUCK.

[leetle]

[Jester's fingers don't stop until she feels Beau start to shake; her tongue starts lapping little kitten licks across Beau's nipple, the pumping of her fingers gradually slowing down until she's worked the monk through her orgasm.

Eventually, they stop, and Jester pulls her fingers out, nuzzling into Beau's chest and placing soft kisses over her sternum.]