Amy Pond and Clara Oswald 2

Amy Pond and Clara Oswald 2Amy Pond and Clara Oswald 2With the Doctor away, clearing up an old Gallifreyan mess that was too dangerous for her, Clara had known exactly where she wanted to be dropped off.Clara sat next to Amy Pond on the edge of her king-sized bed. Amy was confident she'd have Clara in the palm of her hand in no time. Her soft hand rested on Clara's thigh, rubbing up and down gently. Clara smiled remembering how it had all began the first time."Your legs are unbelievably smooth..." Amy remarked in her seductive Scottish accent.Clara was starting to sweat. She hadn't realised quite how warm it was in Amy's bedroom until now. Amy licked her lips noticing. "Feeling a little hot?" she whispered, as her hand moved from her outer thigh to her inner thigh and starting to rub dangerously close to her panties. Clara nodded, unable to speak. "Wait here..." Amy ordered ominously as she stood up and exited the room.Amy seemed to be gone for a long time so Clara found herself laying back on the bed and closing her eyes. It was so hot, she pulled off her shirt. Rolled onto her front, Clara was lost in the soft sensations of the bed until she felt Amy's familiar fingers expertly unlatch her bra and toss it aside. Clara kept her eyes closed.Clara's eyes sprung open and she gasped out as Amy's hands pressed against her spine. They were so cold and slippery. Amy grinned devilishly as she rubbed the ice against Clara's bare back. Clara was breathing heavily as Amy rubbed the ice across her shoulder blades and down to her skirt. Amy forced her legs apart and gripped her inner thighs, the ice pressing coldly against her skin. Clara was gasping for breath as Amy rubbed her fingers up and down relentlessly.Clara writhed in Amy's grip, her breath erratic and uncontrollable. Amy kissed the back of her neck as her hands worked Clara's legs and continued up and under Clara's skirt, holding the ice on sultanbeyli escort Clara's knickers against her smooth butt. Amy spun Clara around to face her and both girls started to giggle as Amy's torturously cold fingers landed on Clara's boobs, playing with the firm mounds.Clara was like putty in Amy's hands as she tweaked her nipples and squeezed her boobs. Then Clara made an unexpected move. She brought her hands to Amy's hips and gripped the edge of her tight shirt, rolling it up beneath her jacket. Her midriff bare, Amy felt Clara's lips press against her navel. For a moment, Amy paused, letting her eyes slide shut as Clara showered her stomach with kisses, before resuming her groping of Clara's breasts, twice as hard.Either the ice had gotten too hot to maintain its effects or Clara had grown resistant to it because her moaning had stopped and she was now pushing Amy's jacket off her shoulders and peeling her shirt up further, her tongue scr****g along Amy's skin. It was Amy's turn to moan now as the younger girl stripped her lustfully. Her bra was discarded, her tights removed and her skirt torn from her.Clara smirked as her fingers teased the edges of Amy's underwear. Amy groaned longingly. Clara kissed the dark silky fabric evoking another moan from the redhead. Clara's finger brushed over Amy's vagina tauntingly before gripping the sides of the knickers and tugging them down."You're turning into such a bad girl..." Amy remarked as she leapt forwards, grabbing Clara's wrists.Holding Clara's arms tightly against the wall with one hand, Amy fished around in the chest of drawers by the bed with the other until she found what she was looking for. Clara's heart missed a beat when Amy pulled out the handcuffs."Usually these are just for me and Rory... but you're a special case."Clara felt her heartbeat quicken as Amy handcuffed her wrists to the bedposts, küçükyalı escort grinning menacingly all the while. Amy kissed down Clara's chin slowly and nibbled on her neck gently, her tongue sliding along her perfect skin."You've been a bad, bad, girl..." Amy whispered.She reached into the drawer again and pulled out a thin white piece of cloth. She tied it around Clara's jaw, gagging her. Then she took Clara across her knee and started to spank her, gently at first, but soon getting rougher and harder. Clara had never felt so aroused in her life. She struggled in Amy's grip, serving only to increase the strength of the ginger dominatrix's slaps and to further both of their arousals as her body slid against Amy's lap.Clara bit down on the gag as Amy spanked her again and again, each time harder than the last. Amy's harsh hands smacked into Clara's ass cheeks with such precision and force that Clara would have cried out if she could. Amy leant down to Clara's ear and spoke so quietly that Clara could barely hear her: "When I take off your gag, you're going to beg..." Amy spanked her as hard as she could to show she meant business. Clara would have begged anyway.Amy pulled down the gag from Clara's mouth and Clara gasped at the air desperately. "Please..." she started, "Please don't...""Yes?" Amy interrupted, her smile fading, wondering if she'd gone too far."Please don't stop..." Clara finished.Amy's grin returned and she spanked Clara again before undoing her skirt and tossing it away then folding down the back of Clara's underwear so she could slap her ass skin to skin. Clara moaned out louder than she had done all that day as Amy's hand came down on her soft buttocks.Amy pulled down her knickers completely and pressed her lips to Clara's entrance. Amy's tongue darted into Clara, running around the edges of her pussy then her lips clamped onto Clara's clit and sancaktepe escort sucked slowly. "So, Clara..." she said in between licks. "Here you are, handcuffed to a bed, completely naked, and with the hottest woman you've ever seen..." Amy's fingers trailed over Clara's body as she spoke. "That hot redhead is really, really, horny, and wants to play out your every fantasy..." Amy gave one last suck on Clara's clit before letting go and kneeling over her. "...What do you ask her to do?"Clara gulped. Right now, she wanted everything Amy could give. "What kind of fantasies do you mean?" Clara asked, with a genuine innocence to her voice.Amy couldn't resist a laugh. "Let me give you an example: You're a criminal, locked up in jail. I'm the sexy cop that brought you there. It quickly devolves into sex..."Clara paused. "That one sounds pretty good..." She admitted.Amy leant in again and, with a cunning smile, said "Wait here..."It seemed like she was gone for hours, but when Amy returned, Clara could see it was worth it. Amy was dressed in a police outfit that fitted her all too well. It also looked pretty well worn. Clara guessed it wasn't the first time she'd worn it.Amy tossed her hair back dramatically then crawled onto the bed, over Clara. "Villains like you deserve to be punished. You don't deserve to walk the streets."Clara grinned; Amy was good at this. "So, you won't be letting me out of this cell for a while then?"Amy kissed Clara's nose playfully. "Not a chance.""Could you at least let me out of the handcuffs?" Clara pulled her best 'you can't trust me but why not give it a shot anyway' face.Amy shrugged. "How do I know you won't pull a fast one."Why don't you test me first..."Amy grinned now.Amy started to kiss down Clara's body intensely, her hands groping Clara's boobs roughly before dragging down her chest to her pussy, which she fingered fast, with an almost scientific precision. Clara moaned.Amy grinned, "I guess you passed then."The handcuffs were unclipped. Then in a split-second Clara had turned the tables, pinning Amy down and handcuffing her to her own bed. Amy gasped in disbelief, proud of her little girl.Clara smirked: "Now I show you why I'm the criminal..."