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#####The confirmation was all that she needed, and a coy smile spread over her muzzle, emerald eyes gaining back some of the luster that they had once held when she was alive. When she saw them reflected back at her now that she was dead, Lolita never saw the vibrance that came with life. Smoking and drinking never brought the light back into her eyes, but intimacy always seemed to, especially when she felt such a sharp tug towards the individual. Here, in this strange room with this strange, timid girl, Lolita felt comfortable and excited. Knowing that Cambria wanted this too only encouraged her more, even if she suspected that the girl was far too young and inexperienced to understand what they were going to do. Sexuality was an important part of her life, even if there were periods of time that she suppressed it out of frustrations at having no one to be with. That had been the case basically since she had arrived in this area, and she was glad her first intimate encounter in the area was with someone so sweet.
#####The hand on Cambria’s butt lowered still to cup it at the curve, lifting it slightly as the hand on the young girl’s breast lowered slowly, her nimble fingers running over the sensitive flesh before trailing down her side gently. Lolita was becoming a bit adventurous in her touching, or would be soon, but she did not want to scare Cambria away. The hand rested at the very top of the girl’s thigh for a moment, gently stroking the fur there while the Monroe woman leaned closer, tongue reaching out to caress the outer creamy edge of the girl’s ear that was closest to her. She did not want to rush things, but she did not want to hold off much longer; even she was the only one really doing the touching, she was still going to find pleasure in the contact. Lolita was one of the lucky ones who was able to get off on others’ pleasure, which was particularly good when it came to growing intimate with those that had no experience in such matters.
#####Lolita lifted her hand from the girl’s inner thigh, tracing the bone of the girl’s pelvis until her hand was level with the curve of her hips, but towards the center of her body. She was incredibly sensitive to the touch right below there, even if it was not actually a part of her sex; perhaps Cambria would be sensitive there, as well. Her fingers trailed down gently, the lightest touch she could possibly manage as she moved in the general direction of Cambria’s warmth. More time would probably be necessary, but the girl seemed so receptive and Lolita did not want to stop. Once more, she hesitated, her fingers stopped just short of Cambria’s most sensitive flesh as she waited for some sign to continue. She did not want to force this, no matter how excited she was, the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her own warmth.
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