The night was pleasant at Ravelle Manor. The rain fell heavily outside, drumming against the tall windows, but inside the grand living room the atmosphere was warm and luxurious. The fireplace crackled softly, casting a golden light over the dark marble and elegant furniture.
Evelyne Ravelle and Mirabel Laurent stood near the fireplace, talking quietly. Evelyne held a glass of red wine between her fingers, her long deep-blue curls falling loose and voluminous over her shoulders. The semi-transparent white shirt clung to her large, full breasts, the deep V-neckline revealing the valley between them in a provocative way. Her black high-waisted pants, adorned with diamonds along the sides, hugged her wide hips and thick thighs perfectly.
Mirabel stood beside her, equally stunning. Her vibrant emerald-green curls framed her face with charm, and her short, daring black dress left little to the imagination: the scandalous heart-shaped neckline exposed nearly all of her enormous breasts, while the short skirt revealed her thick thighs. The open back showed a generous portion of her large, round ass.
The two had known each other for some time, and the tension between them was always palpable.
Evelyne took a slow sip of wine and looked at Mirabel with a mischievous smile.
— In a few days that event of wishes begins in the city… — said Evelyne, her voice low and velvety. — I'm quite excited. A wish granted by the patrons, with no clear limits. Imagine what we could do with it.
Mirabel turned her face toward her, her emerald-green eyes shining with excitement. A provocative smile appeared on her full lips.
— I'm also very excited — she replied, her voice soft and full of charm. — I've been thinking about it all day. A free wish… the power to ask for anything. It leaves me restless just imagining it.
Evelyne placed the glass on the side table and took a step forward, moving closer to Mirabel until their bodies were almost touching. Without saying another word, she grabbed Mirabel by the waist and turned her firmly, pressing her against the cold marble wall beside the fireplace.
Mirabel let out a surprised sigh, but did not resist. Her hands pressed flat against the wall as she felt Evelyne's body pressed against her from behind.
— Evelyne… — Mirabel murmured, her voice already husky.
Evelyne didn't answer with words. Her right hand slid along the side of Mirabel's body, moving down the curve of her waist until it reached the short hem of the dress. With natural and possessive movements, she lifted the fabric and slipped her hand inside Mirabel's micro thong.
Two long fingers slid slowly into Mirabel's hot, already wet pussy, penetrating her with deliberate slowness.
Mirabel moaned softly, her forehead resting against the cold wall as her thighs parted a little more.
— Here… against the wall…? — she whispered, her voice trembling.
— Why not? — Evelyne replied against her ear, her voice husky and full of desire. Her fingers began to move slowly, sliding in and out with calm precision while her thumb brushed over the swollen clit. — We're alone. And I love feeling you like this… wet and tight around my fingers.
Mirabel bit her lip, her body trembling with every slow, deep thrust.
— Ahh… deeper… — she moaned, lightly pushing her ass back against Evelyne.
Evelyne smiled against her neck and picked up the pace, fucking Mirabel with more intensity against the luxurious wall.
Mirabel moaned louder, her forehead pressed against the cold marble as Evelyne's fingers moved in and out of her with an increasingly firm rhythm. Her hips moved instinctively backward, pushing her large ass against Evelyne's body.
— Ahh… Evelyne… like that… — Mirabel whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. — Deeper… please…
Evelyne pressed her body tighter against hers, her full breasts pressing into Mirabel's back through the damp shirt. Her lips brushed against the other woman's ear as she sped up her fingers, fucking her harder against the wall.
— You get so tight when I fuck you like this… — Evelyne murmured, her voice low and filled with lust. — Look how wet you are… dripping all over my hand.
Her two fingers thrust in and out with force, curling inside with every stroke, while her thumb continued circling the swollen clit without mercy. Mirabel trembled all over, her thick thighs squeezing Evelyne's hand, her round ass moving back against her.
— I… ahh… I can't hold it… — Mirabel moaned, her nails lightly scratching the marble wall.
Evelyne bit her shoulder gently, her deep-blue curls falling over Mirabel's back.
— Then don't hold it — she whispered, her voice husky. — Cum for me. Cum on my hand, right here against the wall.
Mirabel couldn't hold back any longer.
Her entire body tensed suddenly. A long, trembling moan escaped her lips as the orgasm hit her hard. Her thick thighs shook violently, her pussy pulsing and clenching around Evelyne's fingers while a hot gush dripped over her hand and ran down Mirabel's thighs.
— Evelyne…! Ahh… I'm cumming…!
Evelyne kept moving her fingers slowly, drawing out the pleasure until the last spasm, only then carefully pulling them out. Mirabel remained there, panting, leaning against the wall, her body still trembling slightly.
Evelyne brought her glistening fingers to her mouth and licked them slowly, savoring Mirabel's taste while watching her with a satisfied, predatory smile.
— Good girl… — Evelyne murmured, stepping closer again and pressing her body against Mirabel's. — So beautiful when you cum for me.
Mirabel turned her face to the side, still breathing heavily, a lazy and naughty smile on her lips.
— You… are going to kill me like this one day… — she whispered.
Evelyne laughed softly against her neck, one hand still resting possessively on the curve of Mirabel's ass.
— I haven't even really started tonight yet.
Mirabel let out a weak laugh, still catching her breath, her body limp against the wall.
Before she could reply, Evelyne grabbed the hem of Mirabel's short dress with both hands and lifted it up to her waist without ceremony. With a quick, decisive motion, she slid her fingers along the sides of the soaked micro thong and pulled it down, letting the thin fabric slide down Mirabel's thick thighs until it fell to the floor.
PROFILE UPDATE →
Name: Evelyne Ravelle
Race: Human
Apparent Age: 26
Real Age: 26
Height: 1.75 m
Weight: 64 kg
PROFILE UPDATE →
Name: Mirabel Laurent
Race: Human
Apparent Age: 25
Real Age: 25
Height: 1.72 m
Weight: 63 kg