The pleasure is unlike anything else in the world, as she works the limb in and out of herself. Your eyelids droop with lust as she fucks herself, and you can feel the sensitive proto-bark at the tip curling and singe-ing away, as the fires deep within her slowly consume it, inch by agonizing inch!

You feel the leaves on your crown rustle as her arm reaches out and you feel hot fingers wrapping around the newly severed branch, its connection to you still vital and alive. You open your eyes just in time to see your fulminous girlfriend plunge the entire branch deep into her hot snatch.

As her long ungulate tongue reaches down your throat you feel her slowly, sensually.... twist and...snap!...it off. You buck backwards against her as she continues to kiss you deeply, passionately.

Then, the hand of your moosegirlfriend reaches around to where the new branch is growing and seizes the base of it firmly. She leans over your shoulder and gives you a mischievous look before kissing you deeply.

Your love smiles, and bends over, daintily plucking them one...at... a...time...with her burnished bronze teeth. You gasp as the exquisitely sensitive new leaves are peeled away until the tip of the branch is laid bare once more.

Tongues of gentle flame lick around the base of the fresh growth, but do not bite. You moan as you feel the new limb strain once more, and a with an unexpected pop! a few leaves unfurl from the tip.

The thought of a commuter looking up and seeing her, exposed, like this made her wet with anticipation. She wondered if her lover would make her squirt again? Would some poor schmoe on his way to work beneath her regret not refilling his wiper fluid today? She bit her lower lip in anticipation....

A gentle breeze toyed with her long dark hair and a confused seagull cawed at her as the rig of webbing pulled her into position.... upside down, legs spread into a Y, arms bound behind her back..... between the pillars of the Brooklyn bridge.

She flexed her muscles against the glittering webs that bound her, knowing that she could release herself with a flick of her claws, but choosing to submit fully to the power of the finest rigger in the city.

She was drawn inexorably upwards into the suspension rig her girlfriend had constructed for her, all of the loose strands of webbing tightening across her bare skin, caressing her and supporting her even as she felt them firmly constricting her movements.

BDE pt. 2!

I debated on the name of this team. Other candidates included:

Strap on Dommes
Lesbian Royalty
Step on me Mommies
"She could fix me"
and my low-key favourite....

GF Cookies