Yours Forever [Trixya]

Dangerous woman

Katya has been in Japan for only 32 hours, but Trixie feels like they haven't seen each other for 3 weeks, she missed waking up with her wife by her side, watching her do yoga, having coffee with her, saying goodbye to her with a passionate kiss before going to work and a tight hug before Trixie sings to a crowded bar. That morning while having breakfast, Trixie was surprised by, her wife calling her via facetime

"Hey baby" - Trixie said happily

"Hey angel" - Katya replied while removing her makeup

"I miss you" - Trixie spoke softly

"I miss you more, Trix baby. Everything reminds me of you, the hand soap is pink, and it's on television an interview with Dolly Parton "- she pointed at the television and pointed the camera at her again-" Even my lingerie "- she took off her robe to show the lingerie that her wife offered

"Do you want to play?" - Trixie removed her nightshirt and also showed off her pink lingerie while going to the bedroom

"Do you play with me, doll?" Katya teased while lying down and both turned off the facetime camera

"Wanna watch me? I want you to watch me"- Trixie teased in a whisper and turned the camera back on to lie in the huge bed of the two

"I want to watch you so bad, doll"- Katya whispered

Trixie ran a hand across her chest, down to her stomach and Katya held her breath.

"Want me to show you, baby?"- Trixie was ready for everything at 10 am

"Please"- It was so insufficient, but it was all Katya could offer.

"Tell me what to do?"- Trixie came over and smiled at her wife

"make yourself feel good honey"

"Tell me what to do," Trixie asked again, staring up at the ceiling. Here two free hands were wandering her own body, ranging her skin, visiting every erogenous zone aside from the ones Katya expected.

"Do you want to touch yourself for me?"

Katya felt awkward, uncomfortable talking in a room on her own, but Trixie's enthusiastic whine of "yes" put her concerns at ease. She tried to let herself go, ignore the voice telling her she was getting everything wrong, and listen to the one chanting about how damn sexy she felt. Trixie was touching herself, writhing on her bed, waiting for Katya to talk her off.

"So touch yourself, baby. Tell me how you feel?"

One of Trixie's hands reached over her top for a breast, the other one snaking underneath, as Trixie took a laboured inhale.

"Horny."

Katya stifled a laugh, and Trixie laughed openly, unsexy and gorgeous, arching her back unintentionally and she chuckled at herself.

"I was expecting a bit more detail," She was still laughing a bit, but she tried to rein Trixie's laughter back in. "How does your skin feel? Does it feel hot? Can you feel the scratch of your nails?"

Trixie moaned lightly, one leg folded up, hips tilting.

"Your tits are amazing, doll. I love them. Squeeze them for me. Tight. As hard as you can."

Through the crackle of the phone, she heard Trixie grunt, could see her gripping her breasts tightly, letting go, gripping again.

She was so well behaved.

"That's perfect. You're doing that perfectly, baby. Find your nipples for me. Can you pinch them? Really gently?"

She did it. Perfectly.