Little Red: A Lesbian Fairy Tale: Part Four

Ms. RidingBrimming behind gratifying pleasure; converging predators with their prey. Little children prone to their parent's will; weaving adrift without a pathway.

Upon learning about the discovery of my beloved spouse’s granddaughter, and receiving the proposal from the aid worker concerning nurturing her, there surged immense joy within me. Due to my inability to bear offsprings, seizing the opportunity to indulge in grandmotherly affections awaited me since the outset. Nonetheless, encountering our first meet was nothing short of entrancing.

That Wolf undoubtedly consummates her desires unhindered, and it goes unopposed on my end. After dubiously distorting my initial fanfare poised for my dear Petite Rouge into a lewd jest, I comprehended my designated station - reticence making a nest in the corner. My heart swelled witnessing the outcome post Little Red defiantly seeking solace with me.

Observing the manifested bravado offered by Petite Rouge intertwining with that conniving Wolf albeit fear-inducing, palpable pride envelopes me embracing their dynamic. Removing my dominance onto the tender maiden was something I clandestinely yearned for, yet snatched away for the umpteenth time by Wolf himself, hence unforgivable. On witnessing Wolf enthralling with such intensity that induced unparalleled libido with the duo, my secret ambitions land yearnings toward offering my very own touch to the honeyed Little Red.

Distraught as Wolf powered through renewing their friction as both relinquished debilitated, now reclined to rest - the gateway swings open to allocate strength harnessed greedily.