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Casey closes her eyes, listening to Kol’s familiar panting as he grips her waist and slaps her hips into his. The rough pounding forces her to brace herself on Delilah’s bound form, her fingers tracing the impressive curves of the healer’s perfectly toned body.
“You doing okay hanging there?” She asks.
Delilah grins back at her, her hips rocking with every thrust of the aura tendril. “Ah, sure! I could do this all day. Though, let me have an arm loose, will ya?”
Casey shifts the binding to release one of the healer’s arms. She marvels as Delilah’s whole body responds: her core, shoulder and arm instantly tensing to take the weight of their suspended bodies. The soft curves temper into steel, hanging in midair with apparently little strain.
Her attention is shifted, however, as Delilah’s free hand grabs her by the base of the neck and pulls her into make out range. Casey “mmmphs!” With surprise as the healer's tongue slips past her lips and twists alongside hers.
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