chloe

She perks up so easily even without there being any significant stimulation or temperature change. You can see just how she pebbles up perfectly before you even touch her. So you milk your chance, letting your fingertips graze her skin so you can enjoy the little sounds she makes as she tries to turn her body away from you—not because she doesn’t want this.

She wants this so desperately it’s killing her.

She’s turning away because she’s shy, she’s embarrassed and she doesn’t wanna admit she’s getting close to your fingers on her breasts alone. Her soft, small breasts that always remain so compact in her sports bra.

The valley between her tits smell like musk and sweat, you enjoy it, your eyes close and you take in a deep breath. Ellie shivers when she feels your hands around the curve of her breasts again—then—squeeze.

She squeaks, body tensing up, “be careful.” 

“Hmm? Sensitive?” 

“Mhm…” 

She’s so cute you don’t let her be. Next comes your mouth. Your warm, wet mouth closes around her soft, dusty pink areola as you capture one nipple in her mouth. You give it a gentle suckle first, you can hear Ellie’s shaky breaths, but that simply encourages you to fluster her further. Your hand dips between her skinny legs, palm rubbing her clothed, damp cunt. 

“So aroused from this?” You ask, voice muffled around the nipple in your mouth. 

Ellie makes a small submissive sound and looks away, her cheeks glowing bright pink as she bites down on her bottom lip, trying to contain more of her sounds—but she fails miserably. Every damn time. 

Vi always ate pussy good, there was no denying that.

Her tongue was all the way in, her own blue orbs rolling back because you tasted way too good for her brain to fathom. Your slick ran down her chin in messy dribbles and her lips were soaked glossy with your cum and juices. You had been pinned under her, helpless for so long but you were exactly where you wanted to be. Your thighs were shaking as they framed her head.

Your clit twitched against her nose when she ground her face into your cunt again and you came with a soft cry of pleasure.

Your throat was hoarse. You’d been cumming so much, you couldn’t speak anymore. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out other than a tiny little whine. Your hand gripped the bedding, pussy clenching as more juices dripped out of your slit. “That’s m’girl’s pussy,” Vi said as she buried her face between your thighs once again and did it again all over again.

Ellie’s finger hooked under your chin as she pulled you closer and made you grind down harder on her strap—her big, bulbous strap that filled up every inch of you until you could feel the toy outlining outside, creating an obscene bulge on your tummy.

Oh, she loved you like this when you looked like you existed simply to please her.

Her hips snapped up, catching you by surprise. The strap sank inside deeper with the filthiest wet sound ever, drool escaping your parted lips and trickling down your chin in messy globs.

She could be such a scary thing if she wanted to be but when she was between your legs, getting her face smothered by your dripping cunt, the only thing she could think of was the way your clit twitched against her hot skin, because she knew that meant you wanted her more and more.

There was nothing Ellie wanted more than your responsive body, and the way you spoke to her while you used her face, knowing fully well she had a gun loaded in her holster.

Having her face between your legs while on a patrol wasn’t new. She didn’t care if anyone walked in on her having the time of her life because quite frankly, she felt like she was as high as a kite.

Her tongue disappeared in your cunt as she chased that feeling, that textured bit in your pussy that always had you grabbing Ellie by a handful of her short auburn hair, driving her face deeper in your folds so you could ride her face like she wanted you to.