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####There was hardly ever any love between Lolita and her partners, and while some attempted to fake it in a misplaced attempt at making her happier, the creamy Dahlian never chose to go down that path. It was highly possible she would never be in love again, but that would not stop her from doing what she did. It was too vulnerable, that feeling of love. Lolita was not willing to subject herself to such potential pain again, as she simply was not strong enough. Intimacy was different, though, and she did not think of it as something that only happened between two individuals who loved each other. Perhaps that was the reasoning behind the fact that she did not say anything to Cambria about the social connotations of what they were doing. It might have been good for her to explain, rather than simply do, but it had never seemed important in the past. All that ever meant anything, ever, were the feelings and pleasures involved with sex, nothing more.
####Pausing at the girl's physical response, Lolita withdrew her finger slowly, resuming her touches outside of the girl's warmth. There was no need to rush something that the girl's body simply was not accustomed to yet. Forcing Cambria's body to comply would only make this an uncomfortable situation, and could lead to unhappy memories of the day. If she could ask for anything now, it would be to know that Cambria would not regret this, regret her, or even worse, hate her. So many had hated her before, and it had never affected her. The similarities between Pippa and Cambria, though, were far too abundant for her to ignore, and if Cambria hated her, then it would be almost as if Pippa hated her. That was something that Lolita would never be able to handle. As Cambria's legs spread a bit wider, she took this as a sign to move forward, and her fingers danced along the warm folds tenderly, one slipping in again, gently working the inside of her womanhood.
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