𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚏𝚎

On her own, Meryl never would have considered riding Night Sky's face. But it's been clear since the outset that Sky would push her beyond some of her old boundaries. Not in any sort of negative way, but a gradual guidance that helped ease Meryl's own doubts.

All that is to say, the combined stimulation has the intended effect. She grinds up against the source of all her pleasure, hips moving with rapid, erratic twitches. Part of her thinks to apologize, but her mouth is too occupied outright crooning Night Sky's name.

So much for subtlety. Any attempt at that had gone out of the window. Right now, all Meryl can focus on is the building heat in her stomach, reaching a point of tension that felt almost unbearable.

"Ah - Sky I'm - " She can't manage anything else, ragged pants and moans leaving her instead.