Dan_Beifong

The bar was packed when you and Lin arrived, the Friday night crowd already three drinks in and getting louder by the minute. Your friend's birthday celebration had taken over the entire back corner, and from the entrance, you could see a cluster of excited faces waving you over with enthusiastic shouts.

“Finally!” Your best friend pulled you into a hug, already tipsy. “I was starting to think you weren't coming!”

“Wouldn't miss it,” You replied, grinning as Lin's hand settled possessively on your lower back, her warm palm could be felt through your shirt. She offered a curt nod to the group, her usual stoic, unreadable expression firmly in place.

You've been dating Lin for eight months now. While she’s grown more patient with social settings, a noisy bar filled with your friends still wasn't her natural element. But she came anyway for you, even if it meant spending most of the night standing close, nursing a single glass, and radiating an air of authority that made strangers give your table a wide berth.

The first hour moved easily as you caught up with friends you hadn't seen in months. Lin stayed attached to your side, contributing little more than the occasional dry observation that never failed to hit its mark. Her touch was constant. Whether her hand rested at the small of your back, cupped your hip, or rested on your thigh when you sat down, she claimed you continuously in that subtle, unwavering way she always has.

You were chatting with an old friend from college when you felt Lin go rigid beside. Turning around and following her line of sight, your stomach did a sudden flip from the sheer awkwardness of the situation.

Your ex was here.

You and jasmine had ended things nearly two years ago, both agreeing you were better off as friends. You lost touch after she moved to another city, but judging by the quick kiss she just shared with Marcus, your best friend's brother, she was very much back in your orbit.

“Hey!” Jasmine spotted you instantly, her face lighting up. “Oh my god, I didn't know you'd be here!” She crossed the room quickly, pulling you into a brief hug before stepping back to look at you. “Wow, you look amazing. Seriously, are you using a new skin care routine or something? You’re glowing.”

“Thanks,” You said, feeling heat creep up the back of your neck. “You look great too. I didn't know you and Marcus were a thing.”

“Three months now,” She replied, beaming as Marcus wrapped an arm around her waist, offering a sheepish grin. “Small world, right? I was already in town for business so when he told me there was a party tonight I had to drop by.”

“Small indeed.” You agreed with a small laugh. You gestured to Lin, who had straightened up beside you, her dark eyes completely unreadable. “This is Lin, my girlfriend. Lin, this is Jasmine.”

“You must be the ex I've heard about,” Lin commented flatly. Not bothering to soften the words.

Jasmine's eyebrows twitched up in surprise, but she recovered smoothly, extending a hand. “Guilty. Nice to meet you, Lin.”

Lin took her hand, her grip brief but firm. “Likewise.”

The conversation should have been painful, but Jasmine has always been great at holding a conversation. Even after two years apart, the two of you seemed to reconnect like two people who used to know each other inside out. It was muscle memory at this point. You weren't flirting, or even thinking about her like that–but the chemistry was obvious.

“So you're actually at a bar,” Jasmine says, shaking her head with an amused smile. “I never thought I'd see the day. Remember how much you used to hate these places? I could barely drag you out the door.”

You laughed, a little self-conscious. “Yeah, well, people change.”

“They do,” Jasmine responded softly, her eyes glinting. “We had some good times, though, didn't we? Once I finally convinced you to loosen up a bit.”

“We did have fun,” You admitted, acutely aware of Lin beside you. The silence coming from your girlfriend was growing heavier by the second.

The topic eventually veered toward who was hosting the next monthly dinner. You offered to cook, mentioning that you’d been practicing new recipes. That was when Jasmine decided to reminisce–and the last thread of Lin’s patience snapped.

“You cooking? I need to see that,” Jasmine teased. “The one time I let you cook in our old place, I was finding flour in the cabinets for weeks.”

“That's not fair! You still ate it, didn't you?”

“Of course I did,” Jasmine said, her voice dropping into something softer, more fond. “I loved you. I would’ve eaten anything you made.”

You didn't even have time to react before Lin was in motion. Her hand vanished from your waist, the sudden absence sending a chill down your spine.

“I need another drink,” Lin interrupted. Her tone was sharp enough to slice glass. “You want anything?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, sure. Just a..”

Lin was already moving before you could finish your thought. Her shoulders were set in a hard line, her stride purposeful as the crowded bar parted around her automatically out of fear of being on the receiving end of her fury.

Jasmine winced slightly. “Is she okay?”

“She's fine,” You lie, watching Lin’s tall frame cut through the crowd, her shoulders bumping anyone who didn't move out the way fast enough.

For the rest of the night, Lin’s mood deteriorated into a slow, treacherous storm. She returned with your drink without offering an explanation, positioning herself flush against your side. Her arm locked around your waist, pulling you into her side as if physically holding you in place might quell the jealousy running hot through her veins.

When you tried to pull her into the conversation, she offered clipped, single-word answers. When Jasmine brought up another old story that made you laugh, Lin’s fingers tightened on your hip to the point that you knew it would leave a mark tomorrow.

“Lin,” You murmured under the roar of the music, leaning up toward her ear. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Her jaw flexed, her gaze locked on Jasmine as she danced with Marcus.

“You don't seem fine.”

“Drop it,” Lin snapped, her voice clear enough that a couple of people nearby glanced over.

You tried to brush it off, but her mood hung over the night like a dark cloud. Every time you spoke to Jasmine, which was unavoidable in a small group, you could feel the disapproval radiating off Lin in waves.

She barely touched her second drink, holding the glass like a weapon while her eyes stayed fixed on you with an unnerving focus. By the time you suggested heading home, Lin was already on her feet, muttering a half-hearted goodbye to your friends and making sure to glare at your ex.

The walk to her car was utterly silent. The drive home was worse, thick with a suffocating tension that electrified the air around you. Lin’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel as she turned a sharp corner, her entire profile carved into stone as she treated every red light like a personal offense to her.

“Are you going to talk to me?” You asked softly as she pulled into her parking spot.

Lin cut the engine. For a long moment, she just sat there, staring straight through the windshield. When she finally turned to look at you, her eyes were so dark and intense that the air left your lungs.

“Inside,” Lin's voice was strained and the sound of it made your stomach flutter. “Now.”

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you followed her up the stairs. You had seen Lin upset before, but this was personal– a raw possessiveness that made your skin prickle in anticipation.

The front door had barely clicked shut behind you when Lin turned. In one fluid motion, she closed the distance, backing you hard against the doorframe with the solid weight of her body. Her palms slammed against the wood on either side of your head, trapping you completely.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” She asked, her voice deceptively even.

You licked your dry lips, your breath hitching at how close she was. “Of course I did. I was with you.”

“Good answer. But you know that isn't what I asked.” Lin leaned in until her lips brushed yours with every word, her hot breath fanning across your skin. “Did you have fun catching up with your ex? Laughing at her little jokes? Reminiscing about how much she loved you?”

Understanding dawned on you, sending a sudden spike of heat pooling straight into your belly. “Lin..are you jealous?”

Her eyes flared. “You looked very comfortable with her.”

“We're just friends,” You breathed, struggling to stay focused while pinned under her weight. “We ended things years ago. There’s nothing there.”

“I don't care when it ended.” Lin reached up, her long fingers cupping your jaw in a vice grip, she tilted your head up until you had no choice but to drown in her gaze. “I care that you're mine and tonight made me wonder if you needed another reminder.”

The authority in her tone made heat pulse straight to your core. She wasn't bothering to hide her jealousy or disguise it as something polite; she wanted you to know just how crazy seeing you with Jasmine made her feel.

“I didn't forget,” You whispered back, breathless.

“No?” Her thumb dragged heavily across your lower lip, the touch claiming despite the quiet steel behind it. “Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you need to be shown.”

Lin brought her mouth down on yours with a bruising certainty, claiming you so thoroughly that your knees buckled. Her tongue swept past your lips, as you gasped into her mouth, caught off gaurd by the intensity of it.

Lin's free hand tangled deep into your hair to hold you in place while her other gripped your hip, pulling you flush against her. She made sure there wasn’t an inch of space between you. You moaned directly into her mouth, kissing her back just as reverently.

“Bedroom,” She ordered against your swollen lips, her fingers lingering at your hip just long enough to send a final shudder through you. “Strip. I want you on the bed in thirty seconds.”

Lin let go of you, but she didn't follow right away. She turned back toward the front door, locking it with a loud click that echoed through the apartment. You scrambled down the hallway, your hands clumsily working at your clothes before you even crossed the bedroom threshold. Buttons caught, fabric twisted, and your shoes were kicked off haphazardly into the corner.

Your lips were still tingling from the heat of her mouth as you moved. It was taking everything in you not to touch yourself the moment the cool bedroom air met your bare thighs. You made it to the bed just as the thirty seconds expired, your heart hammering in your chest as you waited.

From the doorway, the floorboards groaned under her weight. You spun around to see Lin’s tall shadow filling the frame, her eyes tracking your uneven breathing in the dim light. She took her time, leaning against the doorframe to let her gaze slowly rake over your exposed body, taking in each curve.

“On your knees,” Lin's voice had dropped to that authoritative tone she always used when she had a point to prove. “Hands on your thighs. Wait for me.”

You shifted instantly, pulling yourself up onto your knees in the center of the mattress. Your back straightened, hands resting on your thighs as your body became hyper-aware under her steady focus.

Lin let the silence stretch, reaching behind herself without looking and closing the bedroom door until the latch clicked shut with a soft, final thud. Her stride was slow, almost methodical as she crossed the room, her eyes holding you captive long before she ever touched you.

When she reached the bed, she cupped your face in both hands, her expression softening into something intimate.

“Before we do anything,” She said, her eyes searching yours for anything that would reveal you didn't want this. “What's your safe word?”

Your breath caught. She always asked and made sure you were comfortable, no matter how worked up either of you were.

“Badgermole,” You answered.

“And you know you can use it at any time, for any reason,” Lin continued, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. “If anything is too much, if you need to stop, you say it. Understood?”

“Yes, mommy,” You purr softly, “I understand.”

Something flickered in her eyes, satisfaction mixed with possessive heat. “Good girl. Now lie back, hands above your head.”

She held the belt up, letting it dangle from her fingers, her eyes never leaving yours. “You know what this is for?”

Your mouth went dry. “Yes, mommy.”

“Good.” She finished undressing, revealing the body you’d mapped with your hands and mouth countless times. But something felt different this time around. Tonight, everything she did was calculated, and you were entirely at her mercy.

Once she was bare, she climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips. Lin pulled your wrists together above your head, binding them to the headboard with her belt. The cool leather was snug against your heated skin and sent a fresh ripple of goosebumps down your arms.

“There,” Lin hums, her hands trailing down your arms, fingertips grazing your shoulders, and sweeping across your collarbone. “Now you can't touch me even if you want to. You're mine to do with as I please.”

When Lin leaned down, her mouth once again claiming yours with an unyielding kiss. You moaned into her mouth, flexing your bound hands uselessly, wanting nothing more than to pull her close. Lin sucked on your bottom lip, her teeth grazing it before she slid her tongue back into your mouth, dominating the kiss as you squirmed under her.

Her eyes held yours as she pulled back, her hips moving in a slow, circular motion across your lower belly, smearing her own slickness over your skin as she claimed you. “Open your mouth for me sweet girl.”

You obeyed without a second thought, parting your lips as you surrendered to the feel of her. Lin hovered over you, her hand coming up to grip your jaw, holding you in place so you could watch her unravel. Her movements against you grew faster, more desperate, yet the control was still there. Lin ground down onto your stomach like she wanted to tattoo her essence onto your skin, your muscles clenched and flexed helplessly beneath her weight as she chased her pleasure with abandon.

Lin's thumb pressed down on your tongue, watching the way you curled around her finger. Your lips latched around the single digit out of habit, sucking softly as she continued to ride you. You whimpered at one particular thrust that sent Lin sliding forward, causing her finger to sink deeper into your mouth until you gagged around it.

Lin's breathing turned harsh, her forehead came down to rest against yours as she slid a second finger past your lips.

“You feel so good against mommy.” Lin rasped, her voice breaking as her hips stuttered and flexed against your stomach.

Your moan was muffled by the fullness of her fingers in your mouth. Lin was so close–you could hear it in the ragged catch of her breath and feel the tension throughout her entire frame reaching its absolute breaking point.

Just as she was about to come she pulled her fingers from your mouth. Lin’s eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated. You tilted your head back, your tongue darting out instinctively just as Lin's orgasm crashed through her.

Watching Lin Beifong come was the most beautiful thing you have ever witnessed. Her body seized above you, her chest heaving, and she spit directly into your open mouth as her core rippled with powerful aftershocks.

​She didn't need to tell you to swallow. Your throat was already working under her heated gaze. You lie completely still beneath her as you let her come down from the high.

“Thank you, mommy,” You whispered against her lips.

​Lin didn't pull away, she stayed pressed against your stomach, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breathing gradually slowed. Her forehead rested against yours for a few long moments, letting you feel the tremors of her aftershocks and feel how wet you had made her. When she raised her head, there was this primal look flickering in her eyes. Lin's thumb dragged across your wet bottom lip, smearing the moisture there before her hand slid down the length of your neck, fingers wrapping lightly around your throat–not squeezing, just resting there as a physical reminder of her claim.

“If only you were like this when we were out,” She breathed. “Now I'm going to make you remember who you belong to, and you're not coming until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson.”

She kissed down your neck, her teeth grazing your pulse point, making you gasp. Her mouth was hot and wet as she moved lower, working over your skin as the bed started to groan under your constant tugging of the restraints. When she took your nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, your back arched completely off the bed as you encouraged her to take you.

“Did you think about her touching you like this?” Lin asked, her hand sliding down your stomach, fingers tracing her own wetness that was still sticky and visible on your skin. “When you were laughing with her tonight, remembering all your old times together? Did you think about fucking her?”

“No,” You nearly shouted, her fingers were continuing their slow descent as she lifted off of you so she could straddle your thigh. “I wasn't thinking about her at all, I was just being nice-”

Your words dissolved into a moan as her fingers slid between your legs, finding the wet, matted hair of your aching center that was soaked with your arousal.

“Look how ready you are for me,” Lin husked, her fingers circling your clit with a featherlight touch. “Your body knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?”

“Yes,” You moaned, your hips lifting to seek more pressure as you began grinding against her hand.

Lin increased the pace, her fingers sliding through your wet folds with purpose. “Say my name.”

“Lin,” You whimpered, “Mommy..”

“That's right.” Lin pushed inside slowly, one finger at first, feeling your walls stretch around her. She added a second shortly after, her thumb working in light circles around your clit, spreading your wetness around the sensitive nerve.

Her fingers curled inside you, with each drag along your walls. The pleasure built rapidly, embarrassingly so, you’d been worked up since she pinned you against the front door. And now, finally she was giving you what you needed most. Your thighs began to shake, your breath hitching as your body tensed.

You were right on the precipice, your inner walls were clenching around her fingers, bringing them impossibly deeper. Just when you were about to tip over the edge Lin abruptly pulled her hands away altogether.

The sudden emptiness left you clenching around nothing. A desperate, pathetic whine tore from your throat as your hands tugged uselessly against the leather.

“Mommy, please,” You whined, your voice small. “I was so close...”

“I know you were.” Lin didn't look away. She sat back on her heels, sucking in a long breath, showing that she was completely in control of the pace. Her eyes scanned your face–taking in your dilated pupils, the flush rising from your chest to your cheeks, and the way your body hovered in the sudden stillness. “But you don't get to come until I say you can.”

She let you sit in the silence. The bedroom seemed to tilt slightly around you. With the sudden halt of physical pleasure, your mind drifted as the edges of your thoughts began to blur into a quiet static. The frustration bled out of you, replaced by a strange, dreamlike sensation where nothing mattered except the heat of the room and the sound of Lin's breathing. Only when she saw your gaze lose its sharp focus did her fingers slide back inside you.

Lin moved slowly at first, coming almost completely out of you before shoving her fingers back in knuckles deep and twisting them. Whenever she seen your eyes fluttering closed a sharp slap would fly across your cheek causing you to cry out. She was building the delicious rhythm back up again with purposeful thrust. Her mouth found your breast, rolling your nipple around her tongue before nipping and sucking at the soft mound.

“Use your words, princess,” Lin demanded against your skin, her voice sounding slightly far away. “What do you need from me?”

“I need you, mommy,” You begged, the words coming out slurred, as her fingers scissored inside you so deep that it was becoming increasingly hard to focus on anything but the pleasure she was giving you. “I need you to let me come.”

“You want mommy to take care of you?”

“Yes, please.”

Her fingers pumped in and out of your tight cunt relentlessly as her thumb pressed down on your clit, making sure there was constant pressure there. Your approaching orgasm hit you twice as fast this time. You surged toward the edge again, every muscle in your stomach coiling tight, your mind completely gone as her fingers fucked you hard and deep. Lin knew what spots to hit to tip you over the edge, but instead of giving you what you desperately needed she froze her hand, her fingers stilling deep inside of you.

“Lin!” Tears of pure overstimulation pricked behind your eyes. The ache between your legs was agonizing, yet your body felt completely weightless, suspended in the moment. You couldn't track time, let alone the bar, Jasmine or how long you'd been at her mercy. The only thing that was sure was her hand between your thighs and her lips against your skin.

“Mommy, please, I can't-”

“You can.” Lin’s free hand came up to cup your cheek, her warm palm resting against your face, forcing your hazy eyes to meet her darkened gaze. She noted the complete surrender in your expression, your defenses entirely gone. “You'll take what I give you. Now tell me, who do you belong to?”

“You,” You sobbed out, the word slipping past your lips without a single thought. “You own me... all of me is yours.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“I'm yours. This pussy is yours, there's no one else, mommy only you...” You babbled.

Lin’s gaze softened with a smug satisfaction. She leaned down and kissed you, tasting the salt of your tears on your lip, her tongue licking into your mouth to claim the last piece of you.

“That's right,” She whispered, her thumb pressing down one final time against your clit as her fingers curled deep inside. “You're mine. Not hers, or anyone else's. You belong to me.”

Your eyes fluttered, unable to hold focus as the room dissolved entirely.

“Look at me,” Lin commanded softly, anchoring you with her voice as her palm came across your cheek. “I want to watch you fall apart for me, and only me. Do you understand?”

A tiny, wordless nod was all you could give her. Lin's fingers started moving inside of you again, this time she wasnt holding back.

“Good girl. Now come for mommy.” Her command shattered the fragile dam inside of you. Your orgasm didn't just hit, it consumed, wiping out the room entirely. Your vision blurred as your body arched violently off the bed, every muscle locking as the pleasure tore through you in devastating waves.

Lin’s name tore from your throat, raw and broken, but the sound felt distant, like it belonged to someone else and not you. You tried to squirm away from the sheer intensity of it but Lin pulled you back down, her fingers continuing their merciless rhythm inside you as your inner walls clenched and fluttered around her.

“That's my good girl,” Lin's voice drifted down, muffled, as if coming through thick glass. “You're so beautiful when you fall apart for mommy like this.”

Tears slipped silently down your cheeks but there was no distress behind them, just an overwhelming, empty quiet. When Lin felt your body began to relax she gently pulled her fingers out of your cunt and you were already missing the sensation.

Metal clinked above your head next, a sharp sound that barely pierced through the thick post-nut fog. The leather gave way around your wrist but your arms didn't drop. They stayed uselessly above you on the pillow, your fingers twitching faintly as blood rushed back into your hand.

Lin moved over you with reverence. Her hands hooked under your arms and gathered you up, her palms were warm against your saturated skin as she pulled you flush against her bare chest.

The comforting heat radiating off her sent a long, involuntary shiver down your spine as your body still trembled from the last wave of aftershocks.

“I've got you,” Lin whispered against your hair. “Shh, baby it's okay.”

Words seemed to fail you, as you zeroed in on the sound of Lin's heart thumping in her chest and the feel of her skin pressed against yours. She continued to mutter encouraging words and praise into your ear, coaxing you out of that deep subspace that you found yourself submerged in.

“You did so well for me,” Lin cooed, her fingers tracking patterns along your back. “So perfect. You didn't even use your safe word sweet girl.”

Your mouth opened to reply, but all you could manage was a small sound that barely past your swollen lips. Lin shifted slightly, her hand still stroking your back as she assessed you with the same careful attention she always did after an intense session. She could feel how far gone you were–the way you couldn't quite focus.

​“Hey,” Lin's thumb brushes across your cheekbone to grab your attention. “Look at me for a second.”

​It took effort to process the command, but the sound of her voice gave you something to reach for. Your eyelids fluttered, struggling to stay open, as your lidded eyes finally found her concerned ones.

​“There you are,” Lin praised quietly, her expression morphing into something warm and protective. “Can you hear me, baby?”

​You offered a small, slow nod against her chest, your throat working before you managed a raspy whisper. “Yes, mommy.”

​“Good girl. You're safe. I've got you.” She pressed a kiss to your temple, her hand tracing your spine as she felt the tension in your shoulders melt away. “Just stay right here with me.”

You weren't sure how long you laid there in her arms, but you ended up falling asleep for atleast twenty mintues before Lin's voice lured you from your slumber.

​“Wake up for me, baby,” Lin’s hand was stroking your hair, her thumb tracing your temple. “Come on, open those pretty eyes.”

You let out a long, sleepy sigh, blinking against the warm dimness of the bedroom. “Linny...” You complained, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep in her arms.

“Dont start that.” She chuckled, kissing your cheek. “I’m going to run a bath for you, okay? Stay right here.”

​You nodded, pulling the sheet up over your shoulders as Lin slid off the bed. You watched her cross the room before disappearing into the bathroom. It wasnt long before the soft roar of rushing water echoed off the tile walls, followed by the rich scent of your favorite bath bomb filling the air.

​Lin stepped back into the bedroom, her muscular frame wrapped in a robe. She checked in on you once again, her eyes warm and full of affection when she noticed you sitting up slightly, fully awake now.

​“It’s ready,” She says, walking over to extend a hand for you to take.

​You took it, letting her help you up from the mattress and lead you into the steam-filled bathroom. The tub was overflowing with thick, pink foam, the water glowing under the soft light. You stepped over the ledge, letting out a long, contented sigh as you sank into the hot, bubbly water. Every remaining ache in your muscles seemed to melt away the second you were submerged in the water.

​“I’ll be right back,” Lin promised, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before slipping out.

You leaned your head back against the edge of the tub, resting your arms in the bubbles, you heard the faint clinking of dishes from the kitchen. Not even a minute later, Lin returned carrying a tall glass of ice water and a bowl filled with fresh, chilled fruit from the fridge that consisted of strawberries, sliced mango, and grapes.

She rested the glass and bowl down on counter. “Drink first,” Lin commanded gently, picking up the glass and bringing the straw to your lips.

“So bossy.” You muttered, taking an eager sip.

Lin watched you intently, making sure you had enough before setting the glass back down. ​She then picked up a piece of mango, holding it up to your lips. “Open up.”

“So good,” You groaned, chewing happily as you looked up at her. “Thank you.”

Lin’s mouth curved into a warm, satisfied smile, her fingers casually playing with the soapy bubbles near your shoulders while she fed you another piece of fruit. “Anything for my girl.”

Limbs tied to the headboard by her cables. Your knees are pushed all the way back, keeping you wide open for her. You struggle against the wires to pull her closer, but they don’t budge. Lin is between your legs eating you out like it’s her purpose. She pulls back to spit a glob directly onto your clit because licking it back up. She wraps her lips around your throbbing clit and suckles on it. Rubbing circles around it with the tip of her tongue before moving lower to lick over your hole. She feels your opening clinch trying to suck her in. She teases you with long slow licks just around the opening. Never fully going inside. She ignores your begging for more. This isn’t about you. You agreed to just lay there pretty for her. Plus who are you to tell her what to do with her pussy. She smirks as she feels you tense up at the lower she moves down.

Startled, you lift your head to look at her. Your eyes go big, nervous at what she’s planning to do. You two have never done anything past putting a thumb in it. Is she really planning to put her tongue down there?

Lin flattened her tongue before taking a long lick. You yelp and pull at the cables trying to free your hand. “WAIT LIN DON'T.” But it’s too late. She’s got a taste and loves it. She circles the tip of her tongue around the puckered opening before sliding it in. She feels you tensing up, your walls fighting to get her tongue out. Sitting up she slaps the fat of your thighs before reaching over to the bedside table.

“You need to relax and let me fucking eat. How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t give a damn what you have to say, just cum.” She pulls the large purple dildo from the drawer and slaps it between your lips. Lining the tip of it to your hole she gives a slow push. The tip of the dildo is still too large even after an hour of her eating and fingering you open. After a couple of seconds of shallow thrusting, the tip of the purple monster pops through your ring of muscles. You throw your head back in pleasure and moan for Lin. She continues moving the dildo in and out until you take it all the way to the base. You’re moaning and shaking like a cock drunk whore at this point. Panting at Lin for more.

Knowing she’s got you all easy and eager. She dives back down to your ass. Now as she leaves open-mouth kisses against your hole you welcome them. She bends one of the cables free, giving you your hands back. She speaks up to you from her position between your cheeks. “Keep fucking that pussy for me, baby”. You wrap both hands around the bottom of the dildo as you pull it out then thrust it back in.

Lin puts her full attention on eating your ass out. As you jackhammer the fat shaft of the dildo into your gummy walls, she pries your hole open. Finally getting the tip of her tongue inside, she flicks it up and down stretching your tight ass open. When she gets her whole tongue in she can’t stop the groan that escapes her chest. You're so tight. Both holes pulsing and begging for more. Your pussy drooling down to where her tongue sits in your ass, asking for you to shove the dildo deeper til it hits your cervix. Lin pulls her tongue out to lick at your pulsing gaping ass before spitting onto it. Moving back to making out and tongue fucking your ass, you continue thrusting the dildo into your cunt. With one hand you move the dildo and spank your clit with the other.

Feeling your release coming you pick up the pace of your thrusts. She can tell how close you are by how you're gripping her tongue. Doubling down she puts her hands on either of your thighs to open you wider. Thrusting her tongue faster to help push you closer to cumming. When you finally come you pull the dildo out and rub tight circles around your clit. Your cum sprays all over Lin’s naked back and the sheets.

As you start to come down from your high you feel her release the rest of the cables and pick you up. She moves to the bathroom and turns the bath on. You fall asleep to the feeling of her arms and warm water surrounding you.