Go on the bash

Duffy only partially narrowed her eyes. "An ye bark more when yer fuckin than when yer tossin yer dobbs 'round." She said with a grin as she tried to work the lower half of the clothes, trying to wrigle off the rest of their pants and their underwear, having as much success as her partner. "Nae a thought ye would rattle on MORE wi a tongue down yer gullet." She teased as she finally succeeded and flopped her naked body down on Al and began to kiss the irish lass some more, purring out an affectionate moan as she ran her hands down the purple haired girl's body."

Al laughed in reply to her equally clumsy partner, glad to have themselves bared and together. Their pale naked bodies ground into eachother, Al moaning at her attentive hands. "Mm, but ye're a bonnie one," she purred, gripping Duffy by the rear and pulling her close. She only just seemed to get the idea when she blinked and nudged her head upward. "Not to be a softy an' all, but wouldn't ye prefer we take it to the... ye ken, bed?"

"A hae an ee fer ye too." Duffy purred and lifted herself up for a moment to look into Al's eyes. "Heh." She said at the irsish woman's words. "Ye hae no brou fer this?" She questioned. "Since yer the one layin on the houch A guess it'd be better fer ye." She grinned and climbed onto the bed. "Or maybe yer really a soft lassie under all those 'ard dobbs an jawin on?" She would wait for Al to get on the bed before reaching out to embrace her and nuzzle into her gently, gasping a bit at the touch of their bare skin. "Want qa treat ye like a proper gal?" She whispepred as she ran her hands up and down. "A cae be tender too, aye." She whispered as she let her hands run down Al's back, waiting for the answer to her question.

"Who said I'd be the one on me duff, Duff?" she chuckled with a defiant little gleam slumping halfway onto the bed before hoisting herself aboard. Al's whole body seemed to spring up gooseflesh as he was held more gingerly. "Oh, saints be praised," she whispered to nobody in particular. "A wee bit..." she confessed as the hands roamed over her flesh, letting her own hands glide instinctively up Duffy's abdomen and brush over her breasts. "But dinnae be gettin' me wrong... I'm a wee delicate flower an' all, but I do be needin' me roughousin' on top of all that, ye ken?" She'd kiss delicately at Duffy's neck, where not an hour ago she'd been pressing a pool cue

"A sae." She grinned and let out a purring noise as she had her neck kissed, atching to press their breasts together. "Been at it fer so long I can touch ye in all th right places both soft n 'ard, eh." Duffy ran her fingers back up Al's back and let her fingers mingle with the Irish lasses' hair before tugging on it a bit to expose her neck and kiss it. She then wrapped her arms around her netorso and made to turn her onto the bed and kiss her chest, with sloppy kisses, up and down and on her nipples.

Al let out a gasp that made her throat tense against Duffy's lips. She let the Scottish girl's lips explore her upper body, moaning and cooing softly, taking her by the hair gently to guide her centimeters this way or that for perfect contact. "Mmm, fuckin' lovely," she purred enthusiastically, body writhing gently beneath her as it was overwhelmed by the pleasant sensations

"Aye." Duffy huffed between kisses, sucking on one of Al's nipples afterwards. "A dinna want ye tae hae all th fun though, ya ken?" She said and lifted herself up. She looked down and smiled sweetly, genuinely at Al, happy to have her as a lover. "All tha snoggin an drinkin an brawlin got ma thirsty, aye." She said and trailed a finger down Al's stomach until she stopped at her own bush, which rested right ontop of Al's pubic mound, just inches away fromt he irish pussy. She had a rusty colored patch of hair, making it nearly imposible to tell which of the three distinct colors of hair on her was her natural one. While not wild, it looked like it only received the occasional trimming, neat in some places but oddly askew in others as though her bush sported hair of the dog. It was the same kind of odd clutter that Duuffy had about her. Someone who took care of themselves but some how managed to look like they just didn't give a damn. "Maybe yer in fer a tipple o th Scottish honey?" She said with a coy smile. "And A'll cock the wee finger back wit a bit a Ireland's finest." She chuckled at her self. "Served outta the best mug th Maker saw fit ta make, aye?"

Al moaned heatedly as Duffy went lower on her, grinning at her proposal... or what she best reasoned it to be. "If'n ye get yer arse up this neck o' the woods, I be dyin' to join ye in a drink. And the best kinda drinkin' contest I could think of, though I'd wader ye'll be gettin' the better brew." She'd take hold of Duffy's hips and urge them upward, trying to guide her into a 69

"Ye'll be wishin ye had a little Scotch in ya all th day after ya had a taste so don't be runnin that gob a yers just yet, aye?" She said with a grin. She lifted herself up and swung her hips around, settiling in and letting her already slick pussy lips hover a few inches above Al's mouth, shivering a bit as the hot breath already tickled her flower. She grabbed Irish woman's legs tightly and began her own descent, not being veru ladylike as she plunged her tongu into the pussy and began to take small licks and get a good taste of the Irish rose. "nnnn." She moaned in approval.

Al licked her lips as she saw what might be the only delicate thing on Duffy, and she even doubted that. "Fuckin' a," she breathed like a blessing, raising up and nudging her fuzz from her path and delving her lips and tongue inside of her dripping pussy. "Oh, damn," she breathed in praise at her taste, writhing and shifting seemingly by reflex to turn Duffy onto her side, or even her back if she could manage