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Being alone was something the girl feared more than she could say. She didn't often think about it, for most of the time she was surrounded by her family and her pack and she was convinced that they would always be there. Some young wolves would want to leave the place they were born and search for different opportunities elsewhere, but Cambria was not among this kind. She doubted she would eve leave Crimson Dreams, and really, why would she want to? She was happy and safe there. Her family was there and the other wolves there knew her and cared for her almost as much as her mother and father did. Why would she ever want to leave and go somewhere else where the people didn't know her and wouldn't care for her right away, if ever? No, she would stay where she knew she could be happy and loved. That was what everyone deserved.
Her body had taken over her actions and responses long ago, almost at the first touch that Lolita had so gently placed upon her breast. It was a new and strange state for the young Marino to be in, but she was the opposite of distressed by it. It felt nice, having her brain shut down and with it all her nervousness and worries. Right now, everything just felt good. She felt good, and every single touch that Lolita administered felt good. The girl had never known it was possible to feel the way that she was feeling now and if she had been able to find her voice she would have thanked her angel for everything she had and was doing. The speed of her finger's movements inside of her increased and Cambria moaned, her back arching as the pressure in her lower half built up to extreme levels. One of her hands reached out, wanting to touch Lolita, though the closest she could reach was her thigh. Her dark fingers clutched tightly onto that creamy leg. "Lo...li...ta..." she said in between heavy breaths, the rise and fall of her chest increasing dramatically. She was close (close to what she didn't know), but not quite there and she scooted into that wonderful light hand between her legs, silently begging for more.
Being alone was something the girl feared more than she could say. She didn't often think about it, for most of the time she was surrounded by her family and her pack and she was convinced that they would always be there. Some young wolves would want to leave the place they were born and search for different opportunities elsewhere, but Cambria was not among this kind. She doubted she would eve leave Crimson Dreams, and really, why would she want to? She was happy and safe there. Her family was there and the other wolves there knew her and cared for her almost as much as her mother and father did. Why would she ever want to leave and go somewhere else where the people didn't know her and wouldn't care for her right away, if ever? No, she would stay where she knew she could be happy and loved. That was what everyone deserved.
Her body had taken over her actions and responses long ago, almost at the first touch that Lolita had so gently placed upon her breast. It was a new and strange state for the young Marino to be in, but she was the opposite of distressed by it. It felt nice, having her brain shut down and with it all her nervousness and worries. Right now, everything just felt good. She felt good, and every single touch that Lolita administered felt good. The girl had never known it was possible to feel the way that she was feeling now and if she had been able to find her voice she would have thanked her angel for everything she had and was doing. The speed of her finger's movements inside of her increased and Cambria moaned, her back arching as the pressure in her lower half built up to extreme levels. One of her hands reached out, wanting to touch Lolita, though the closest she could reach was her thigh. Her dark fingers clutched tightly onto that creamy leg. "Lo...li...ta..." she said in between heavy breaths, the rise and fall of her chest increasing dramatically. She was close (close to what she didn't know), but not quite there and she scooted into that wonderful light hand between her legs, silently begging for more.