A Behind the Scenes Series:Resident Evil Afterlife | By : MistressMayvenn Category: Casts RPF > Resident Evil: Afterlife Views: 3049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: My 2nd in the BTSS, and I do not know Milla Jovovich or Ali Later personally, and had nothing to do with Resident Evil- I am just borrowing them for naughty purposes, and for free. No money is being made on this work of fiction. |
Milla could feel Ali's hands against her stomach, where they were bound behind her back. She could feel how much hotter her body had gotten. Milla put Ali back down over the ball where she wanted her. She saw Ali's eyes go wide as she inserted the baton inch by tight inch into the auburn actress's perfect ass. Milla's smirk got bigger as she put the baton further up, till it only had a bit of room between the handle and Ali's ass. Her smirk seemed to measure how far the baton went; as it got deeper, so did the smirk. Milla had gotten this baton for a good reason, one she was very eager to try. "A toy for two", she said as she slid the handle into her own cunt.
Ali felt so filled. The pressure from the stick in such a taboo place, the odd feel when Milla changed something- (Ali could only see the other woman from the breast up in the mirror). The next thing she knew, two hands were on her waist, and she was being fucked. Not 'like being fucked'- this was the real deal. Right feel, different location. She ached to move her arms, but couldn't. That alone raised the bar.She'd never again doubt the fervor of a single person into BDSM. Milla writhed and thrusted, moving in such a natural, instinctive motion combined with all a woman's knowledge. She herself loved it when her husband did this to her; so she knew fairly well what to do to Ali. She worked her over, growing wetter with every push of her muscled thighs into Ali, her clit being rubbed by the rubber grip on the baton. She'd never unleashed this level of kink with another woman. They only ever seemed to want her to go down on them. 'There's so much more' Milla thought as she moved. The sounds Ali was making started to border on desperation. Milla was more than ready to bring her off, but she doubted the stick alone would do it. Whenever she was with her husband, she used a bullet vibe and her hands. She didn't have the vibrator ('this time' she thought), but she could use her hands. She brought her left over her own clit and pushed it almost roughly against the stick. With her right she slid two fingers into Ali's cunt, using her thumb over the other actress's pulsing nub. Both women panted and moaned, the frequency of the throaty noises matching the push-pull of Milla's efforts with her fingers and stick. Only a few moments more, and Milla felt her fingers get sucked in, clenched even further up and tighter. Then Ali screamed. Ali had never orgasmed like this before. The combination of sensations; soft muscled thighs bumping hers, long slender fingers inside her, and the relentless baton up her ass, her hands bound, only what she could see in the mirror...it was so much. Good much. She screamed her pleasure, and Milla's name. Milla did the same, face thrown back in ecstasy. Ali had thought Milla couldn't get more beautiful; she had been wrong. Once the storm stopped raging, Milla first slid her fingers out of Ali's front, and paid the ravishing redhead back for earlier. Eyes locked together in the mirror, Milla licked her fingers with deliberate strokes of her tongue. Ali kept spasming, the aftershocks of lust spurred on by by the persistence of the sexual goddess behind her. Milla got all of Ali's cum off her fingers, then she slowly lifted herself off the baton and crawled on her knees to be beside Ali's head. She licked across Larter's lips, and Ali for the first time tasted herself on another woman's mouth. She groaned as they kissed; again the passionate interaction was a pleasant diversion as Milla pulled the baton out of Ali's ass in a gentle twisting glide. Milla pulled back from the kiss slowly and petted Ali's cheek tenderly. She then tried to untie Ali's wrists; however Larter's instinctive struggles had turned the bands into the tightest knots she'd ever seen. "Hold on sweetie", Milla assured her, "I got to get something to cut this off you." "Yeah, sure." Ali panted, voice raspy from the groans and screaming. She watched as Milla got up, and went back over to the equipment tables. She came back with a decent pocket knife, and swiftly but carefully cut through the knot. Ali knew better than to move too quickly, so she slowly brought her arms to her sides, then after another moment pulled them around till she was sort of hugging the Pilates ball. Milla grabbed a few towels and came over, and very gently helped Ali to her feet.*************************************
The quiet wasn't uncomfortable. The two actresses caressed and cleaned each other up in the golden silence of afterglow. Ali's lips and cheeks were still a becoming red; Milla's eyes still shone with passion and mischief. Milla put her towel around the small of Larter's back, and pulled her into a strong embrace. She kissed her. She knew tomorrow would be more of the same, yet now things would be a tad.... better. Different, but better. Ali felt the same. Milla was now not just someone she admired, but in some respect 'hers'. No, they'd never marry and abandon their husbands, but Larter knew she'd never turn down her role as Clare Redfield in the future. After dressing in some spare gym clothes, the two walked out of the studio side-by-side. "Well, that was awesome!" Milla said. The Ukrainian's legendary penchant for bluntness and excitement made the comment sweet and funny. Ali actually giggled, a sound she didn't make much anymore. "Yeah, it was. Thanks for the training." Ali quipped back. Milla grinned, remembering that had been Larter's 'in' to get alone with her. "You ever need anymore sessions, you just let me know". Milla startled Ali by giving her one last wildly sexy kiss outside the studio- where anyone could see them! She almost panicked, but couldn't help but kiss back with equal passion. They parted lips and with reluctance let each other go. "I know you're married and shit," Milla stated, "but if you want, or you and Hayes want, call me. Paul," she paused, then flashed that insanely sexy smirk, "Paul is fine with anyone I want coming home with me. You know," she reached out and ran her thumb over Larter's lower lip, "for practice." Ali watched Milla drive off, then got into her own car. Her ass was wonderfully sore and her pussy still pulsing deep inside. 'I've got to talk to Hayes' she thought to herself. Smile still on her face, she made it home in record time.**********************
Please review if you liked this story! Next one is Game of Thrones- Robb Stark and Jon Snow- but only if I feel loved!! :)
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