Chapter 299

Natalie watched the dark-haired rogue lower herself slowly to the ground, sitting on her knees between Natalie’s spread legs. Those light gray eyes—dust-speckled with blue—flickered between the exposed ten thick inches, and Natalie’s face. With a few lingering glances on the rest of her naked body.

But mostly—her eyes were for what she’d shortly be servicing.

“Why is it so big?” she whispered.

Natalie repressed a smirk. She tried not to have an ego about such things, but breathless questions like that didn’t help matters.

“It’s not that big.”

Vanetta gave her an incredulous look. “I’m no expert, Natalie, but yes, it is. Even I know that.”

“Even you?” Natalie asked, teasingly arching an eyebrow.

Vanetta flushed. She looked down and fiddled with the pink pocket pussy in her hands, avoiding Natalie’s gaze.

“Is this your first time?” Natalie asked curiously—and removing her smirk, replacing her tone with gentle earnestness.

Vanetta hesitated. Natalie thought she might refuse to answer, or give some snarky, deflecting reply. But after a second, she answered:

“ ... yes. It is.”

Natalie didn’t have to ask for clarification: whether it was her first time with a girl, or first time doing anything. It was clearly the latter. She’d already had a suspicion.

“Lucky me,” Natalie said, grinning. “I love taking firsts.”

Vanetta squirmed on the floor, her cheeks heating up. She glanced away. “So. What do I do?”

Natalie’s smile softened. She spread her legs further, inviting the smaller woman in. “It’s not hard, I promise.”

“Just ... up and down. Right?”

“And maybe throw a little mouth to the mix, if you’re feeling generous.”

Vanetta’s eyes shot open. “W-What? Mouth?”

“That’s a joke.” Her grin widened at the girl’s dramatic response. “Unless—?”

“Shut up,” she stammered. “Why would I—? That’s not part of the stake.”

Natalie stopped herself from laughing. She wasn’t trying to be patronizing, but at the same time, she couldn’t help herself from teasing.

Vanetta breathed in. She rallied herself, her gaze locked on the intimidating length in front of her, then scooted forward, closing the distance between them. She raised the pocket pussy, tentatively, lowering it until it hovered over the head.

“Just, up and down.”

“Maybe twist your wrist a bit.”

Vanetta’s cheeks flushed as she held the pocket pussy there, neither girl speaking, just the sound of their breathing filling the arena. The toy poised above the head of Natalie’s cock, but not descending. Frozen, briefly, before the moment of action.

“Need some help?”

Vanetta might be inexperienced and nervous, but like any Tenet student, she took that as a challenge. Still blushing, she narrowed her eyes, then forced herself to act. She lowered the toy, pressing the opening of its hole onto Natalie’s tip, then pushed down.

The toy enveloped Natalie. She sighed, feeling the warmth and the wetness, the lube letting the hole slide easily down. She watched the pink, ribbed object stretch to accommodate her length and thickness, the material clinging to her skin. It was a surprisingly thin toy, and Natalie much, much larger than average, so it bulged out around her, stretched to the limits of its elasticity. It was also too small by length, because Natalie’s cockhead popped through the top as Vanetta kept sliding until it hit her base.

Vanetta stared, transfixed, at the image. Natalie’s dick throbbed, and more than the toy’s clinging grip, it was Vanetta’s fingers—the sensation muted through the layer of gel-like material—against her shaft that made her shiver.

“Did that ... feel good?” Vanetta asked breathlessly.