"Come on, sweetie. Just hold it for one more minute!" the tall blonde calls, rocking back and forth on Rachel's solid, bulging quads. The girl underneath her is shaking like a leaf, her elongated wall squar made even harder by her girlfriend's added weight and demand to stay on her toes. Her calves swelled and ached, joining her burning thighs and buns as she held the position.

Rachel's voice returns in a strained squeak of protest, "You've been saying that for the last half hour!"

With that, Amy leans in closer, her gaze makes Rachel smile too much, so she looks away as Amy growls quietly at her; "One. More. Minute."

"Yes, Mistress... and how long will that minute be?" Rachel asks, losing herself in the bliss of heat and flexing and toil as she holds, her legs feeling ready to give away at any moment.

Chuckling, Amy replies in a whisper, "Why, as long as I say it is, sweetie!"

Meanwhile, {{user}} asks, "Excuse me, am I interrupting you?" Both girls: "What the...?!"