Wedgie Weariness (Sora and Clair)

Claire figured that pulling something like that would get Sora to cave and be the first to make her move, and, lo and behold, it had worked out just as the kawaii girl had intended it to. The other girl took two big strides forward and grabbed her, pulling their bodies together and pulling Claire into another passionate kiss which she was more than happy to reciprocate. “Mm…” she moaned into Soraâ€s mouth, before the kiss was broken so that the girl could admit her defeat.

Claire giggled, then moaned again as her neck was peppered with kisses. “Ah…well, then, I suppose we should get started, shouldnâ€t we?” she said, grabbing Soraâ€s shoulders and trying to force the girl down onto the couch. Claireâ€s hands would then go down to her friendâ€s dress, trying to slide it off of Soraâ€s beautiful body.

Running kiss after kiss down Claire's slender neck, Sora held onto Claire tight, pushing her body right up close against her own. Everything about Claire took her back, her beauty, her smell, her attitude, it all was just driving her wild. With her arms wrapped right around her, Sora would look up at Claire's remark about getting started.

As she grabbed a hold of Sora's shoulders and suddenly pushed her down to the couch, Sora would let out a little squeal before laughing with a big grin on her face. Her legs shot out up into the air, causing her dress to bunch up at her thighs. As Claire began pawing at her dress, Sora would let out a low moan of contentment, helping to pull the straps of her dress over her arms and allow Claire to pull it off completely.

With her dress removed, Sora became naked from the waist down, pressing her knees together, and looking up at Claire from the couch with her face bright red. "Oh Claire-chan..." she would say softly as her legs rubbed together, needing Claire in every way possible.

Sora was absolutely intoxicating, and Claire was already feeling the girlâ€s effects. Her adorable squeal when she was thrown down onto the couch, her soft, breathy moaning as Claire pawed at her…all of it served to enhance her in the American schoolgirlâ€s mind. Claire had trouble containing her excitement as she tore Soraâ€s dress off and tossed it over her shoulder, leaving the Japanese girl in just her bra, naked from the waist down.

“Ah…” Claire breathed, her own face turning more and more red by the second as she looked down at her former opponent, her eyes traveling the full length of the girlâ€s body, pausing for a moment at the joining of her legs. Hearing her own name softly whispered once again, Claire would continue to strip her friend, reaching around her back and trying to unhook her bra before pulling it from her lithe body with a flourish.

Claire giggled happily as she now laid atop a naked Sora. Leaning down, the schoolgirl would whisper: “Now do me.” She would then roll to the side to let Sora take the top position so that she could strip Claire of her clothes, as well. Then, when both of them were nude, they could indulge their lust…