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They haven’t even done much, but it’s still getting harder and harder to speak coherently, because Sophia’s mouth has always been good at everything; at singing, at talking, yapper-oholic, at pleasuring Manon — ugh, ugh, fuck. “Sophia,” she repeats; then, breathlessly, “Sophia, it’s —” her hands attempt to move, but it’s a hopeless effort to grip something and stabilize herself, when she finds them locked in place by that insufferable little tie.
Sophia’s nothing short of pleased, letting out her own soft noise. She’s finally grown tired of waiting, it seems, and starts moving downward, kisses upon kisses to her chest, and then her thighs, before reaching the spot Manon desperately wants her.
Manon thinks she loves her.
Or: the trials and tribulations of being in a girl group.