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r3starttt · 1 month

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STREET RACER!ABS

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Legs wide open, resting on top of Abby’s shoulders. Cold breeze hitting your bare thighs and a soft shinning illuminating the beautiful scene in between your legs, hitting right behind Abby’s back who kept her pretty half leaded eyes completely focused on your cunt. Her hands kept caressing your legs, running her cold palm up and down the sides of your upper thighs. Calloused fingers making small circles around your knees causing your skin to flourish.

You, on the other side, were trying your best to hold your weight. Head resting on your shoulders and elbows resting on wherever you had space. Muffled whines coming out of your lips and chest pumping up and down rapidly. You caught her slicing a cautionary glare at you, she needed to hear you so desperately, and you needed to please her with it, you loved it. Yet, the idea of someone hearing wasn’t quite the best scenario, not since she’d just won another race and people would do anything to ruin that luck of hers.

“Can’t baby, y’ know we - fuck - can’t” your words came out almost as a reflex, so fast however audible enough. Abby groaned, abruptly moving away from your cunt. You frowned as a response, amusedly watching her hands run from your legs to her face, cleaning your juices off. Her sudden change of demeanor elicited a quick sigh out of you, confused at what to do. Her eyes kept locked on yours, until she wasted no more time, grabbing you by the waist to drag you closer.

Abby tilted her head to the side, humorlessly clicking her tongue “come here”. You obeyed, noticing her pushing her sleeves up to her elbows “m’ just thanking you for making me win, lemme making up to you” her hand found its way to your cheek, passing her index and middle finger over it until they got to the sides of your lips. “please, angel”

You opened your mouth enough to let her put her fingers inside, nodding quietly. “wanna hear you too” her weight got suddenly noticed by your pretty much fucked brain, you could feel her knee in between your legs. It was torture to not close them, the friction was right there and you needed it.

Right as she pleased, you let out a moan, feeling her fingers pressing down your tongue slowly moving them away. She chuckled at you, bit mockingly but just enamored by the sight, by the reward of her hard work. You looked so desperate, and the only thing containing her to look the same was exactly how bad you needed her. It was the least she could do, put you first.

Abby opened her mouth, leaning closer to the side of your neck while her fingers kept running down your body, taking her time to spread your saliva down your body. Wet kisses were left down your neck, until your clavicle and then up your jawline. Your sight so far was her now loosen strands from the usual slicked braid she did for the races, gently brushing over your face.

Soft pleads kept brushing your lips, accompanied by her name desperately mumbled. Your eyes were either open and flickering or closed so tight it made all worse, you could feel your walls clenching around the emptiness she’d left on you every time her lips pressed on your skin “I know princess, I know”

Her fingers finally made contact with your slit, eliciting a cocky smile on her face at how socked you are. Her fingers ran up and down your cunt, slowing her movements whenever she got to your clit. Until nor you or her could wait anymore, it was equally torturous for both. Both her fingers slid until your arousal, pluming them in and out at enough speed to make you want to pull away from how overstimulated you were already.

Her kisses change to ones more sloppy, making a mess with her own saliva all over your body. Sucking and tasting every inch of your skin and then back to your mouth to not only hear but feel your pretty moans and whimpers. She responds equally, whining at your taste and feeling under her, at how you clench around her fingers, how you try to close your legs to do your best and make this last as long as possible for both. “so pretty f’ me ángel, so good”

Bucking your hips to ride her fingers, your hands grip the back of her hair, tucking at her braid. She tries to pick up her pace as much as she can but the pure image of pleasing you makes her wet to her knees. And the way you grip her hair, god you know how to treat her good.

She knows you won’t last any longer, otherwise you wouldn’t be so focused on her, on trying to make yourself be aware of something else that isn’t her fingers pumping in and out of you. She can sense your stomach tensing under her, your legs rubbing together the whenever you get the chance. “cum f’ me princess, yeah?”

A vulgar moan is head out your open lips, which she silences with her own lips, taking advantage of how fucked up you are to free herself from your grip on her braid. Abby can feel her fingers getting covered by your slick, nonetheless she keeps moving them even after you’ve finished, after your thighs and her expensive leather sit are all covered by it. She couldn’t care any less about all that when she has you underneath her like this.

The kiss is nasty, so sloppy and wet, but god it feels so good. Seeing her all pussydrunk, tasting her and now feeling all that adrenaline she’s been keeping for today, it’s the best reward for you. A satisfied sheepish smile appears on both your faces, finally feeling her fingers out of you.

She cleans herself on your thighs before crawling away from you, being stopped by your weak arms wrapping around her one last time “love you” you murmur, wandering your eyes all over her face “love you too, angel”

#need her so bad #abby Anderson #abby anderson smut #abby smut #abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x chubby reader #abby x masc!reader #abby x y/n #abby x you #abby x fem!reader #abby x black reader

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78miu · 26 days

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chloe price the woman that u are

#my art #digital art #clip studio paint #life is strange #lis #life is strange fanart #life is strange remastered #chloe price #need her so bad

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dollyhao · 7 months

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cw: making out, nudity

imagine next door neighbor! abby telling you that she was sore asf after falling thru a floor and landing on her back on patrol. so you invite her to your room so you could maybe help.

you two walk into the room and you tell abby to lay down on her stomach. you get a ointment nora gave you when you had a sore ankle a couple months ago. you walk over to her and straddle her waist, abby has her arms under her head with her eyes closed. “take you shirt off. “

she opened one eye peaking at you and you see her lip turn up. you roll your eyes, “ i need to apply the ointment on your shoulders and back abby.” she taps your thigh telling you to get off. you do that and abby takes her shirt off and you notice she’s not wearing a bra. she has her back toward you so you can’t see her chest and lays back down. your face is hot as you climb back on her.

you apply the ointment on your hands and start from her back and trail your hands up to her shoulders. she groans lowly, you apply more pressure into her back. this continues for 5 minutes until abby suddenly flips over. you stumble a little, and you are blushing!! abby has her tities just out in the open, you wanna grab one so bad, her cute pink nipples are hard and just begging to be sucked on. your hand is twitching on her tummy and she grabs your hand putting it on her chest, “ you can touch me love. ”

you fondle her, pinching her nipples and lean down to place a soft kiss on her lips, a kiss that turns passionate quickly. abby sits up and wraps her arms around your waist kissing you deeper. abby’s tongue roams your mouth pulling away slightly to bite your bottom lip softly. you whimper and your hips start moving back and forth on her thigh. “i think i might love you.” you pant gripping on her shoulders. abby chuckles kissing down your neck.

“your so cute angel” abby whispers in your ear guiding your hips along her thigh. abby pulls away, “we should stop here. i have to go back to my room and wash up before i go talk to isaac.” abby says lowly rubbing your back. you whine before pecking her lips a couple of times and climbing off her leg. abby puts her shirt back on. standing and walking to your door.

you follow to see her out. she opens the door and you grab the front of her shirt pulling her close to your lips without kissing her, “ come see me later ok?” abby nods kissing the side of your mouth.

#abby anderson #lesbian #the last of us #abby anderson x reader #wlw #need her so bad #i 🫶🏾 abby anderson

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elliespeach · 1 year

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the black lace | ellie williams

pairing: ellie williams x afab reader warnings: 18+!! smut smut smutty smut smut smut!! r! receiving, fingering, strap riding, teasing, friends to lovers lowkey,reader n ellie smoke bc who doesn't love that shit, the plot is there if u squint but i tried to not focus on it too much, not proofread wordcount: 3k an: yeah yeah i got this from porn SUE ME i will not be apologizing

you knocked on ellie’s dorm, you were a little late because you couldn’t decide what to actually wear. it was seconds before her door opened, revealing her and that smile you loved so much. your friendship with ellie was always dancing on the very thin line between platonic and romantic. a few drunk nights here and there where you both got really handsy with each other, you were always cuddling and playfully flirting with one another. but neither of you ever truly acted on the obvious feelings you had for one another, and you hoped tonight would change that.

your plan was simple, really. ellie prided herself on her photography skills, even selling a few of them and you had asked her to help with taking some professional explicit photos of yourself. you didn’t share with her why, but ellie definitely thought about the reason all day. and she cursed herself for not asking why, instead she was so excited about the idea she immediately said yes and only thought about it later once it actually set in. without even fully knowing, your plan was already working.

“that’s what you’re wearing?” she asked, looking you up and down with a smug expression on her face.

you lifted up your shirt slightly, revealing the lace beneath, “did you want me to walk across campus with only this on?” ellie whistled and you pulled your shirt back down, rolling your eyes at her while she stepped aside, letting you in her dorm. it was small, but decorated just perfectly to encapsulate ellie’s personality. mortal kombat posters plastered everywhere along with ones related to comics you had no knowledge of. art supplies were scattered along her desk as if she had been painting just minutes prior and her camera sat perfectly placed on her freshly made bed.

the neon weed sign on her wall illuminated the room in a purple cloud as it always did, making the stick-on stars on her ceiling glow as well in the semi-darkness. you turned back around to her as she shut the door behind her, she was in her usual lounging around wear. the hoodie that she stole from you that she refused to wash because it smells like you. “wanna smoke first?” she inquired, bending down to grab the shoebox from under her bed.

“always,” you responded and sat on the edge of her bed while she picked a pre-roll from the box. she placed it in her mouth and lit the end but passed it off to you before she inhaled. she sat next to you on the bed as you took a few puffs and blew it out of the open window.

you handed it back to her, making eye contact as you did and her fingers lingered above yours for a second too long and she cleared her throat, looking away and taking the pre-roll. “so–uh, why did you need these pictures?” she took a drag and exhaled quickly.

“just for myself,” you admitted, which wasn’t an entire lie because you had no one else to send them to, the only person you would send them to would be her. ellie chuckled, taking another hit and handing back to you but not allowing her fingers to linger. she spoke as you inhaled the smoke.

“really? just for you?” she asked in disbelief, allowing the little green monster in her show slightly. “not that girl in your lecture who you said was totalllyyy hot?” she mocked you, concealing her jealousy with a joke but her chest felt heavy as she did.

you turned your body towards her, lifting your knee to rest on the bed, the other dangling off and swaying with the nerves that filled your body. “maybe,” you shrugged, taking one more hit before trying to pass it back to her. ellie rolled her eyes, swiveling her body to reach the camera behind her ignoring you trying to pass her the pre-roll.

“i’ve heard horror stories about her–” ellie spoke, turning back to you with the camera in her hands. she gently pushed your shoulder down so your head fell to her pillow. she propped herself up on her knees and stared down at you through the camera lens. “you could do better than that.”

since she wouldn’t take it back, you balanced the pre-roll in your mouth and lifted your upper body, peeling off the shirt that covered the lace. the high coming on making you feel more confident, along with her words so obviously laced in jealousy. bringing yourself back down on her bed and taking another hit and keeping it in your fingers. “and who is that?”

ellie gawked at you through the lens, the lingerie falling so softly on your skin and squeezing all the best parts of you. she had never seen so much of you exposed, the very thin layer of lace that covered your nipples and she was glad you couldn’t tell where she was looking through the camera. she swallowed probably louder than she had intended to and quickly refocused on the conversation. “anyone but her.”

she snapped a picture, looking at it on the camera and shook her head. you were perfect, but the angle was off and she moved from the foot of the bed and came beside you, still on her knees. you scoffed as she straddled your lap, looking through the lens once again, focusing on your upper body. “ellie wh–”

“shh, i’m working–” she uttered, snapping another picture catching you off guard. so you decided to just play into it, posing as best you could while she continually took pictures. she would occasionally shift her weight on top of you, resting against your legs that were propped up behind her back. the movement on your core, as little as it was, felt antagonizing like she was doing it on purpose. and she was.

ellie was doing all she could to keep composed, but you looked so good laying on her bed in the black lace and she felt her own core tighten as it usually did when she was around you. ignoring it, she removed the camera from her eyes and plucked the pre-roll from your hands, taking a drag herself before climbing off of you. if you hadn’t been paying attention, you would have whined at her leaving but while the weed rested in her mouth she tugged on your pants, speaking out of the side of her mouth. “you look stiff,”

“stiff?” you asked, pulling your pants down to your ankles and ellie couldn’t stop herself from peeling them the rest of the way off for you.she tossed them to the floor, putting out the pre-roll into the ashtray on her desk at the foot of the bed. turning back to you, she placed her hands on your legs gently. while meeting your gaze, she moved them up and goosebumps erupted on your skin.

“yeah, stiff,” she repeated, stopping her hands at your thighs and spreading them apart. the lingerie hiding your wetness that had grown since you walked in the door and ellie reached for her camera, placing herself between your legs. “like you’re nervous–” she said, pulling the camera up to her eye.

“i am not nervous,” you lied with a chuckle and ellie dropped her shoulders, bringing the camera down as well and placing it next to you on the bed. her expression read as really? and you doubled down, “i’m not!”

she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, breathing out a sigh that you couldn’t decipher. she pushed back any thoughts screaming at her to stop as she lowered herself between your legs, peppering kisses along the insides of them. “do i make you nervous?” her hot breath grazed your thighs and you knew you were a goner, your breathing hitched and you laughed as her lips tickled your thighs.

“n-no,” you remained firm, but her kisses felt like velvet on your legs and you held back from begging her to rip off the lingerie. she lifted her head from your legs, meeting your gaze.

“i’m not buying it, babe,” you were used to her calling you babe, but her voice had turned to a low raspy tone and you nearly melted. ellie took notice of your weakened state with her between your legs and bit down on her lip, taking you in. she ran her hand up your thigh, grazing it over the top of the lace on your stomach and all bets were off for her. “i could help loosen you up, y’know.”

you stomach was doing flips and you looked down at her still between your legs, her fingers twirling the lingerie on your hips. you knew exactly what she meant, but you decided to play dumb despite the aching urge for her to connect her lips to you again, “we already smoked–”

“i’m not talking about smoking,” she whispered as she pulled herself up from your legs and hovering over your face. she studied your face, moving from your eyes to your lips and back again, as if asking permission. you didn’t nod, you didn’t respond, you took her face in your hands and connected your lips, tired of waiting.

her mouth took control, forcing her tongue inside yours as her hand guided itself down your chest and squeezing the lingerie that covered your breast. you two had kissed before but it was when you were way too drunk but this time felt different. as if circumstances had changed, she kissed you like you were hers and it felt hungry which only made you all the more desperate for her to touch you.

her hand wandered down as she kissed you, stuffing her hand beneath the clothing and finding your drenched pussy. as her fingers swirled around between your folds you moaned into her mouth, unable to hold it back and she smiled against your lips as if in victory. she pulled back from the kiss while her hands worked their magic that you had been longing for ever since you met her. she kept her face close to yours, feeling each other's heavy breathing and your hips bucked, needing more of her.

but as you did she retracted her hand, snapping your lingerie back down on your skin. this time you whined, the missing feeling of her fingers in your slick being overbearing. “you’re soaked, babe,” she said breathlessly in her raspy voice. she took the camera that had been laying stagnant beside the two of you and repositioned herself at your feet. “let’s see if that helped,” bringing the camera up to her eye, staring at the mess she had made you to be. your chest was heaving and the clothing did little to hide the wet patch that had appeared as the result of her.

she tsk’d, lowering the camera and looked into your doe eyes, glossed over with desperation. “try touching yourself,” ellie’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t self indulging here, you looked perfect and to be honest you were never stiff to begin with. but she couldn’t hide the way you made her feel, the butterflies that filled her stomach when you moaned into her mouth and she knew that she couldn’t go back to how it was before after this.

you obliged, slipping your hand beneath your lingerie and felt just exactly how wet you were. you’d be embarrassed it had been anyone but ellie, but while watching her look down at you through the camera you felt the familiar build up rising in your stomach. just the image of her was enough for you. soft mumbles escaped your mouth and you arched your head back, hearing the camera snapping above you. when it stopped you lifted your head, your fingers still gliding through your own folds and ellie had placed the camera back down and she was just gazing at you while you pleased yourself. you swore you heard a soft, fuck come from her but over your own mumbles you weren’t sure.

she leaned down, snagging the small straps on your hips in her knuckles and tugged. you lifted your legs to your chest as she pulled them up and off of you, your wet cunt on full display for her now and the look in her eye was dangerous. you hadn’t seen this side of ellie before, just her grabby hands all over you but never so determined like now. she gently pushed your legs apart again, sliding her fingers through your wetness before inserting her middle finger and your back arched. you gripped her sheets as she pumped in and out, groaning as she quickened her pace at your reaction.

“f-fuck, ellie–” you moaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure. ellie smirked watching you unravel in front of her and slid in her ring finger, curling them inside of you. your pussy clenched around them and ellie let out a low animalistic grunt, pushing them further into your cunt with every thrust. the sound of your slick against her fingers filling the room and you felt your stomach bundle up in knots. your hand grasped at her arm that was holding her up, digging your nails into her skin and letting the moans roll out of your mouth. “i’m– i–”

“i know baby,” ellie panted, her fingers never letting up, the new nickname ringing in your ears, bringing you closer to your climax. “let it out, i got you–” she cooed through breaths and with her words you came undone. your legs shook around her fingers, eyes rolling and back arching as tall as it could and ellie nearly finished herself just watching you. your tits bouncing with the thrusts of her fingers and she only slowed down and removed them when your quick breaths turned into long exhales.

she couldn’t help herself and licked her fingers clean of you, leaning down and planting soft kisses on your jawline then coming back up to your mouth. “it wasn’t about pictures, was it?” she spoke quietly into your mouth, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours. you shook your head slightly, cupping her face and kissing her again, feeling accomplished that your plan had worked.

when she pulled away you gave her puppy dog eyes, your hands gliding down her arms and tugging slightly as if to pull her back to you. “you want more?” she asked tauntingly, leaning against the wall beside her bed and brushing a hair from your face. you got up, positioning yourself on her lap and laced your arms behind her head, trailing wet kisses down her neck.

her hands roamed your body while she hummed softly from your kisses. while sitting on her lap, you couldn’t help but feel a bulge poking you from under her sweatpants and you pulled back, an amused expression across your face. “it wasn’t just pictures for you either then?” you questioned in a low voice as your hands worked their way beyond her pants and felt the silicone underneath.

she pulled off her hoodie, throwing it behind you and her hands found your figure again. her thumbs tracing your skin softly as she refocused her eyes on you. “i just happen to be wearing it,”

“sure, els,” you mocked her, sliding off of her lap and tugging her pants down revealing the strap she had been concealing. it was rather large, veiny and had a purple tint to it– although you weren’t sure if it was from the neon lights in her room. but nonetheless it looked sexy attached to her, springing up as her pants were removed. you crawled up her legs, kissing here and there while she watched, her hands playing in your hair. ellie’s own pussy throbbing at the sight as you placed yourself down on the purple silicone, feeling it fill you up.

her hands found your hips and with the help of her hands guiding your hips, you rode her strap. the movement of the base of it rubbing ellie just the right way to feel her stomach tighten as your tits bounced in her face. you placed one hand on the wall behind her to steady yourself, the other resting on her shoulder as you grinded on her, the strap reaching every corner of your pussy. ellie dug her fingers into your hips and moved you faster, feeling her own release coming on.

your head fell into her shoulder and a string of moans and cursing came rambling out next to her ear. she was doing the same, allowing herself to express her pleasure in the form of quick breaths and low grunts. “oh my god, baby–” she managed to get out as your hips grinded faster into her and her hands cupped your tits, squeezing harshly before bringing one of them into her mouth. her tongue swirled on your sensitive nipple, feeling the vibration of her moans as she sucked on your boob before letting them go with a pop.

her head leaned back on the wall beside your hand and her eyes were closed tight, feeling herself come closer to her finish. she could sense you were close to, your legs shaking against hers and how your breathing became more erratic. bringing her hands back to your hips to guide them, as if they needed any help anyway, you both felt the sensation of tipping over the edge and awfully loud gasps came from the both of you. your head was still buried in her shoulder as you came and ellie grabbed your face, pulling you into a deep kiss as you rode out your highs together. your grinds slowly came to a stop before plucking yourself off of her.

you sat beside her, both of you completely out of breath and when you met her gaze she smirked at you lightly. “i still wanna take those pictures of you,” your face contorted into a confused one and she continued, rubbing your thigh with her hand, “for…. science.”

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xifere · 5 months

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xifere presents… fem!nurse!geto x gn!reader

content warnings… sub!geto, doctor!reader, cunnilingus, not proofread

You could tell the figure behind the door was her just by her presence. The air in the room suddenly shifted and you could feel your senses heighten. The doorknob twisted slowly before the wooden door pushed open with a slight creak and the person you dreaded seeing the most appeared through the slit she created. Her head peaked through the door, dark chocolate pupils scanning the room, her deep cherry-red lips smiling when her eyes caught yours. Despite your efforts to avoid her the past few hours, she still found you in a discreet corner of the hospital.

“Y/n… pleasure to see you here,” Suguru greeted, pushing the door behind her close.

“Truly is. I thought I found myself a place I could have a moment of solace in.” Tempted, you broke eye contact with Suguru and let your eyes drift to her lips. In the dim lighting of the forgotten breakroom, they were slightly glossed and freshly reapplied, probably right before she entered the room.

She tilted her head, rustling her hair behind her, bringing your attention back to her eyes. “Really? I usually come here for the same reason, I just wasn’t expecting any company.” Bullshit, and you knew it.

“Ah, excuse me then, I’ll let you have your break in peace,” You said quickly but took your time packing your few things up. Suguru swiftly found herself leaning against the table you were sitting at, her plush thighs peeking through the bottom of her white uniform. You looked up at her with steady eyes, not missing how her tits were practically spilling out at the top, waiting for her to speak.

“No, stay. I insist. I enjoy your company very much, Doctor.”

You found yourself taking a deep breath as to remind yourself where you were. Her piercing dark eyes glimmered with something mysterious and titillating as she looked down at you– there was something about her that tempted you to no avail. You knew you had to leave.

“Excuse me, I should head back–,” You started, standing up from your seat, but Suguru placed her hand on yours. She pouted as if to ask do you really need to leave? You wanted to reply yes, but no words were exchanged, only glances. Her hand felt heavy on yours, you could feel your self-restraint slipping away the longer you were around her. She pulled you in with that aura of hers, it tackled every single one of your senses.

You hadn’t noticed, but you’d positioned your legs in front of her crossed ones. She looked up at you with that all-too-knowing smile of hers, and you knew you lost the little game you were playing from the moment she entered the room.

You don’t know who kissed one another first, but the two of you were suddenly in a heated battle. Your hand found the back of her slim neck and your fingers tugged on a few locks, pulling her head back and a faint noise left her mouth. You left wet kisses on her exposed neck, eliciting ticklish giggles from Suguru. Noticing the black-laced bra underneath her uniform, you quickly unbuttoned the top of her uniform and placed open-mouthed kisses on her chest. Soundless sighs left her lips as you fought her bra off, attacking her nipples senselessly when they were finally bare.

“Mm-more, do something- more…” Suguru whispered, squirming under your affections. You stood up for a moment and she was splayed perfectly across the table. Her red lipstick was already messed up from the kiss earlier and her eyes slightly glossed over. Her bare tits rose and fell as she breathed as she looked at you with soft eyes, silently begging for more. Your arousal indefinitely increased as you watched her display, and it was just then that you noticed the reason for her little teases throughout the day.

Her uniform was scrunched up at the bottom, her glistening pussy out for the world to see– more specifically, you. You laughed, something animalistic waking up inside of you.

“You sure are a handful…” You said, placing your hands on her thighs before placing a kiss right above her clit and receiving a groan of disapproval in return. She wants more, but you place petty kisses everywhere but her cunt. When leaving love bites on the insides of her sensitive thighs, the mix of pleasure and pain pushed her further.

“C’mon, please… I can’t wait much longer…”

You smirked before latching your lips onto her wet cunt and a gasp left her throat. Little kitten licks, kisses on her clit, but nothing more. Just enough to keep her going, letting out those precious, honeyed moans. Her slick against your tongue tasted eminently her, spurring your arousal even deeper. Her, her, her. You’d never get enough of her.

Her legs tried pushing against the strength of your arms, but you kept them in place as you sucked on her sensitive bud. Her hand flies down to your head, her fingers latching onto your hair tightly. Her moans suddenly became muffled when she realized her volume was a bit loud, but when you blew cold air against her wet pussy, her back arched off the table with a gasp. You quickly latched yourself back on her and she began chanting I’m close, close, close, close breathlessly.

You lapped at her pretty pussy endlessly, basking in the beautiful symphony she made with her voice. Your fingers pressed deep into her thighs to keep them from suffocating you, but her hand pushed your head further down her puffy cunt.

She arrived at the peak moments after, her moans reverberating around the room, her orgasm delivering multiple waves throughout her body. She shook under you, her slick leaking down to the table. Her face was slightly bashful– flushed and teary-eyed. She looked at you with a mean glance when you got up, but she couldn’t hide her true feelings any longer.

“Kiss me.”