Writing Update (Patreon)

Having fun writing Futa Hula Girls this morning.

Here's a bit from the rough draft I wrote this morning between two lesbian hula girls dancing for the futas (though they don't know it yet).

The eyes were hot on us as our hips began swaying more, the beat growing faster and faster. A frantic song to start out with. Our arms lifted over our heads, pulling our lei up, our nipples exposed as the firelight spilled around us, our shadows stretching to the watchers. They squirmed as they watched, our legs and feet moving in more complex steps, the rustling of our skirts growing.

My breasts bounced and jiggled. My pussy was so hot as we turn and spun, the leis flying out away from our tits, exposing them to their gazes. Our hips were shaking hard and fast, writhing from right to left in almost a blur, matching the frantic beat of the drums.

I whirled around my lover, her short hair flaring outward, her breasts heaving. The firelight painted her breasts as the leis rose up, exposing her hard, brown nipples. Her hips were so flexible, so magical.

The music pounded through us. The erotic beat as we danced in celebration of physical love.

We came closer and closer to each other, hips swaying, circling, our feet and arms moving. It was a pantomime of sex, a dance normally performed between a male and female partner. A wonderful celebration of the fertile.

But it felt so naughty as we did it, our breasts almost touching now, our lei caressing each other. I stared into her eyes as we danced, my pussy on fire. My snatch clenched, juices pouring down my thighs. It was almost like we were having sex before the girls.

Grinding, tribbing, rubbing our hot bodies together. My clit ached and throbbed, swelling so hard, caressed by my grass skirts as our hips undulated in a purely sexual manner. There was no disguising it. The beat filled with the frantic lust of fucking. Of pure rutting.

Our hands grabbed each other's shoulders. Our bodies pressed tight now, breast to breast, nipples pushing through our flower petals to caress each other. Tingles raced down to my pussy, the pleasure building and building in me as I stared in her eyes, dancing with her before our audience.

She shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head. Cumming.

I let my moan sing out as my pussy spasmed. A hot, subtle climax rippled through me. Not powerful, but enough to have me trembling. To have my eyes fluttering as I shared this erotic moment with my girlfriend. This naughty moment of cumming before our audience.

And then the music died. The first song ended.

“Fuck me,” one of the watching girls moaned.

“That was beautiful,” moaned another.

“Oh, Angel, yes,” groaned a third.

Le me know what you think!