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Vi was going to be the death of her.
The unruly, unfairly attractive undercity thug was always getting herself into scraps and scrapes and yet Caitlyn couldn’t help but follow her into them.
She’s been warned multiple times by her family, her friends, her professors, her fellow enforcers all of them had told her to cut this problem out of her life yet whenever she was face to face with her she couldn’t stomach the thought of losing her.
“Fuck, Cupcake,” Vi groans and Caitlyn pulls her back by her short red pink hair and mouths at the shifting gears on her exposed neck,
“You know I don’t like that name,” her pretty face flushes red and arousal runs down her thighs, clear evidence that she’s lying,
“Make me stop saying it then, prove you’re not the sweetest, softest girl I know…”
Caitlyn’s blush darkens and she wants nothing more than to wipe Vi’s smug grin off her face with a kiss but that would only prove her point.
“Ask and you shall receive, my dear Violet,” she growls instead, savouring the feeling of Vi's cunt impossibly wet cunt fluttering around them before she surges forwards and takes the girl with a hard, dominating thrust,
“Shit Cait, fuck me so fucking good,” Vi groans, moving back against her, spasming around the strap, her body begging for those few blissful seconds of being full before Caitlyn begins to fuck her in earnest.
If Vi was going to be the death of her then she would die the happiest woman alive.