lesbian

you know who didn’t have it coming

Notice when your breath changes and adjust my pace to match. Faster but softer. Light as a feather. You whine. Your fingers lace slowly into my hair, “please, baby. Pleeease, please, please.” I know what you need. Plunge my fingers into your soaking cunt while you clench and unclench. So tight for me. Feel your softness encase me and I moan into you. You feel so good like this.

You’re wide awake now, grinding into my mouth and thrusting around my hand. You begin to moan softly at first. Then louder. You tighten until I think you’ll break my fingers. The howl that escapes you when I press another finger in and pump faster. Harder. It’s primal. You make me so fucking wet that my thighs are dripping. But you’re splashing. Filling my palm like a chalice. Your hips leave the mattress spilling rivulets down my arm.

I pulse steady into you as I climb up to kiss you. Start to wipe you off my chin but you reach for me, lift yourself by the back of my neck and kiss me deep. Hungry for your own taste on my tongue. Moan into my mouth as you cum. Your legs close around me. You’re quaking and clawing and crying out, “I’m cumming, oh fuck oh fuuuuck.”

“I know baby, you’re doing so well for me. So pretty when you cum for me. You’re so fucking perfect.” But I don’t stop. I’m not done with you yet.