Coco

She sat on your bed. Legs spread, inviting you forward. Her hair was mussed from you pulling it how she loved, eyes blown wide at the sight of you in only drenched panties before her. The patch because of her and she knows it. Her grin was toothy with red, swollen lips. She matched with you in the same panties, sporting a wet patch like yours. 

You approach her, straddling her lap. “Yes, princess. Gimme a show.” She moans. You bite her lip before kissing her. Your kissing quickly became messy as she was getting impatient. Your hands slide up to pull and tug on her hair while grinding on her. Clit catching on your underwear and you whimper in her mouth. Her hands were on your waist, spurring you forward. Her grip hardens, stopping your movement and you whine at the loss of friction. One large hand stays while the other moves to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together. You get off you her being stronger than you. She can toss you however you want, with no struggle.She lickss a long stripe along your mouth, tongue poking and prodding trying to get her wet  tongue in your mouth. You decide to be difficult, squeezing both her built biceps, not letting up. As her favorite girl in the world, you must always test her patience. You won’t risk sassy her because she’ll take the opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth. 

“Gonna be a tease now, huh? Yea, sweetheart, playing dirty? Uh-uh.” She warns. “Last chance, princess, I’ll give you that.”  

You furiously shake your head from side to side. Her hand snakes down from your face and slips between your sticky bodies to pinch your clit. You gasp at the sudden feeling and she shoots her shot, tangling her tongue with yours, hand rubbing fast circles on your swollen nub. You both groan at the sudden contact. You resume humping her, getting more frantic by the moment. Trying to scrape your clit against hers even through the underwear. She thrusts up while saliva drools down both your chins. Hers mixed with yours, yours mixed with hers. 

“Imm–a… nghh… cumm! Please let me!” You plead with her for a small mercy.

“Yeah? C’mon, sweet girl. Good girl for asking.Cum with me.” She orders.

You reach your peak, arching your back. Your hard nipples scrape against her, adding more friction for the both of you, amplifying the pleasure coursing through your bodies. She cums with you, soaking both of you. You reach for her muscular shoulders, needing some stability. The room is filled with your panting and her trying to regain her breath. You push her back, collapsing fully on top of her. Both of your underwear are probably ruined with the sticky mess coating both your laps. Neither of you find it in you right now to care. So blissed out, not even fully there.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetie. I love the sounds you make. Oh, oh, oh.” She chuckles, mocking you. She nips at your ear, rubbing soothing patterns on your back. You cry out a pathetic sound which amuses her even more. She admires your limp body draping her. “Where’s all that feistiness gone, huh? You just need your woman to take care of you, didn’t you doll?” She continues to tease, “I got you, sweetheart.” She kisses the top of your head and shifts around to take off the ruined undergarments, tossing them on the floor as they land with a wet slap. 

She rolls you so she hovers over you. Nipping her way around your chest. She takes your hand in her and drags your fingers through your wetness, catching on your clit. “You wish I was here, don’t you?

That snaps you back like a cold bath. You are alone in bed. Your fingers drenched with your release after orgasming to the thought of you and your woman from yesterday. Oh how you wish she was here. All you needed was just some friction.

He sat on your bed. Legs spread, inviting you forward. His hair was tousled, eyes blown wide at the sight of you in only drenched panties before him. His grin was big with swollen lips. He matched you with being in just underwear with a wet patch of precum.

You approach him straddling his lap. “Oh, baby.” He moans. You bite his lip before kissing him. Your kissing quickly became messy as he was getting impatient. Your hands slide up to pull and tug on his hair while grinding on his hard on. Clit catching on your underwear and you whimper in his mouth. His hands were on your waist, spurring you forward. His grip hardens, stopping your movement and you whine at the loss of friction. One large hand stays while the other moves to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together. He lickss a long stripe along your mouth, tongue poking and prodding trying to get his tongue in your mouth. You decide to be difficult, squeezing both his biceps, not letting up. You won’t risk giving him any attitude because he’ll take the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth. You love pissing him off, testing his patience daily.

“Gonna be a tease now, huh? Yea, sweetheart, playing dirty? Uh-uh.” He warns. Before you know it his hand from your face slips between your sticky bodies to pinch your clit. You gasp at the sudden feeling and he shoots his shot, tangling his tongue with yours, hand rubbing fast circles on your swollen nub. You both groan at the sudden contact. You resume humping him, getting more frantic by the moment. He thrusts up while saliva drools down both your chins. His mixed with yours, yours mixed with his. 

“Imm–a… nghh… cumm!” You whine desperately.

“Yeah? C’mon, sweet girl. Cum with me.” He orders.

You reach your peak, arching your back. Your hard nipples scrape against his pecs, adding more friction. He cums with you. Heavy, thick loads shooting out, soaking both of you. You reach for his shoulders, needing some stability. The room is filled with your panting and him trying to regain his breath. You push him back, collapsing fully on top of him. Both of your underwear are probably ruined with the sticky mess coating both your laps. Neither of you find it in you right now to care. So blissed out, not even fully there.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetie. I love the sounds you make. Oh, oh, oh.” He chuckles, mocking you. He nips at your ear, rubbing soothing patterns on your back. You cry out a pathetic sound which amuses him even more. He admires your limp body draping him. “Where’s all that feistiness gone, huh? You just need your man to take care of you, didn’t you doll?” he continues to tease, “I got you, sweetheart.” He kisses the top of your head. He shifts around to take off the ruined undergarments, tossing them on the floor as they land with a wet slap. 

He rolls you so he hovers over you. Nipping his way around your chest. He takes your hand in his and drags your fingers through your wetness. “You wish I was here, don’t you?

That snaps you back like a cold bath. You are alone in bed. Your fingers drenched with your release after orgasming to the thought of you and your man from yesterday. Oh how you wish he was here. All you needed was just some friction.