lesbianism

yank that thang asunder

it feels so different with a full bladder, doesn’t it baby? when your bladder’s empty, the vibrator feels good. but when it’s full? oh, poor thing. it feels incredible. almost too good. every vibration hitting differently. stronger. more intense. your full bladder making everything more sensitive.

aww, and you’re getting so wet from it. feel how much wetter you get when your bladder’s full like this? your body responding so much more. dripping. the combination of fullness and vibration making you soaked.

poor baby. you’re going to have to try so hard to hold both. i know it’s difficult, sweetheart. with an empty bladder you could edge yourself for hours. but like this? with all that pressure? holding your bladder while getting so close to cumming? both needs building at the same time? it’s so much harder, isn’t it?

turn it up higher, baby. press your hand down harder on that full bladder. i know, i know it makes everything feel even better but also makes it so much harder to hold. that’s why it’s better this way though, right? feels so much more intense than it ever does when you’re empty.

you’re starting to leak a little, aren’t you? can’t help it. the vibrator feels too good. the pressure too much. poor baby can’t hold it perfectly. that’s okay, sweetheart. just keep trying. feel how good those little leaks feel mixed with the vibrations.

getting so close now. so wet. so full. so desperate. the vibrator working your clit while your bladder’s screaming at you. trying so hard to hold both but it’s getting impossible. feels too good. better than it’s ever felt with an empty bladder. your body wants to let go of everything.

pulling it out. seeing your name. opening the message. "i need you. right now. please." looking up. finding you across the room. you already looking at me. cheeks flushed. eyes dark. biting your lip.

texting back. "bathroom. you go first. i'll follow in two minutes." watching you read it. nodding subtly. excusing yourself from your conversation. heading down the hall.

finishing my drink. making small talk for exactly two minutes. then excusing myself. heading down the hall. trying the door. locked. knocking softly. you opening it immediately. pulling me inside. locking it again.

"i've been wet for an hour. i can't take it anymore." you whispering. pressing against me. i can smell the wine on your breath. see how dilated your pupils are. "please touch me."

"we have to be quiet, baby. everyone is right outside." kissing you. tasting the alcohol. you nodding eagerly. "i know, i'll be quiet, i promise, just please—"

spinning you around. pressing you against the sink. you gripping the edge. watching me in the mirror. me dropping to my knees behind you. pulling your pants down. your underwear. "fuck, baby. you weren't lying." running my finger through your wetness. you gasping. hand flying to your mouth.

"shh, sweetheart. you promised you'd be quiet." hooking your leg over my shoulder. spreading you open. leaning in. licking up through you slowly. you moaning behind your hand. already struggling.

"you have to do better than that, baby. people are waiting for this bathroom." licking your clit. circling it. you whimpering. trying so hard. i know how loud you usually are. how you love to moan. but right now you can't.

working you with my tongue. thoroughly. you getting wetter. can taste it. feel it. you're dripping. hips moving. grinding back against my face. little sounds escaping despite your hand.

sucking your clit. tongue flicking. you trembling already. legs shaking. getting you close quickly. you're already so worked up. so turned on from wanting this all night.

pulling back. standing up. you whining at the loss. "why—" "shh. i've got you, baby." wrapping my arm around your waist from behind. holding you against me. other hand sliding between your legs. two fingers pushing inside immediately.

you gasping. knees buckling slightly. me holding you up. "i've got you, sweetheart. lean on me." you turning your head. resting it on my shoulder. full weight against me now.

pumping my fingers. slow at first. curling them. finding that spot. you whimpering. "that's it, baby. let me hold you." arm around your waist tightening. keeping you steady.

picking up speed. fucking you deeper. you getting wetter with each thrust. soaking my hand. "feel how wet you're getting, baby? you needed this so badly, didn't you?" you nodding frantically against my shoulder.

your hips starting to move. grinding down on my fingers. legs shaking. struggling to stay standing. me holding you tighter. "i've got you. you're not going anywhere."

adding a third finger. stretching you. you gasping. almost collapsing. legs completely weak. only my arm keeping you up. "shh, baby. i know. i know it feels good."

fucking you harder now. faster. you grinding desperately against my hand. meeting each movement. getting wetter and wetter. dripping down my fingers. down your thighs. "so wet for me, sweetheart. making such a mess."

you starting to whine. the pleasure overwhelming. trying to stay quiet but failing. "bite my shoulder, baby. every time you need to make noise. bite down." you immediately turning your head more. teeth sinking into my shoulder.

pumping my fingers faster. three fingers deep. curling perfectly each time. you grinding harder. hips moving needily. chasing your orgasm. legs completely useless now. just hanging on. letting me hold you up while i fuck you.

someone knocking on the door. "occupied!" calling out. trying to sound normal. them walking away. immediately going back to fingering you harder. you biting down. muffled whimper.

"you're so close, baby. i can feel you clenching. feel how wet you are." fucking you faster. arm around your waist keeping you upright. you completely dependent on me. legs shaking uncontrollably.

grinding down on my fingers desperately. hips moving erratically. getting wetter. pussy clenching. so close. "cum for me, sweetheart. right now. bite down and cum on my fingers."

you suddenly clenching hard. biting my shoulder so hard. cumming silently except for the muffled moan against me. hips still grinding. riding my fingers through it. legs completely giving out. only my arm holding you up.

continuing to pump. working you through every second. you shaking. still biting. still grinding. completely lost in it. finally starting to come down.

slowing my movements. you still shaking. still leaning on me. carefully pulling my fingers out. you whimpering at the loss. holding you for a moment. letting you catch your breath.

"can you stand, baby?" you trying. legs still too weak. me holding you tighter. "take your time, sweetheart." waiting until you're steady. until your breathing evens out.

finally helping you pull your underwear and pants back up. you still leaning on me. both of us checking the mirror. me holding you upright while you fix your hair. your makeup. you still flushed. still breathing hard.

"you okay?" you nodding. "yeah... just... wow." me smiling. kissing your head. "ready to go back out there?" you laughing softly. "i don't know if i can walk." "i've got you in case of anything, baby."

“that’s okay, sweetheart. we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. we’ll go at your pace. completely at your pace.” reaching for your hand. holding it gently. “okay?”

you nodding. squeezing my hand. “okay… i want to. i’m just nervous.” “i know, baby. that’s completely normal. come here.”

pulling you closer. just holding you at first. arms around you. letting you settle. feel safe. your head on my shoulder. both of us just breathing together. feeling your heart racing. “take all the time you need, sweetheart.”

after a few minutes, feeling you relax slightly. “can i kiss you?” asking softly. you pulling back to look at me. eyes searching mine. then nodding. “yes…”

leaning in slowly. giving you time to change your mind. kissing you so gently. barely any pressure. just lips on lips. soft. sweet. careful. you kissing back tentatively. learning. figuring out how our mouths fit together.

pulling back after a moment. “was that okay?” you nodding. a small smile appearing. “yeah… that was nice…” “good. can i do it again?” you smiling more now. less nervous. “yes. please.”

kissing you again. a little longer this time. a little deeper. hand coming to your face. cupping your cheek. thumb stroking gently. you leaning into the touch. eyes closing.

continuing to kiss. slow. patient. no rush anywhere. just learning each other’s mouths. the way you taste. the way you respond. your hands staying in your lap at first. unsure where to put them.

pulling back slightly. lips barely apart. “you can touch me too, baby. anywhere you’re comfortable.” you hesitating. looking at my shoulders. my arms. then slowly bringing your hands up. resting them on my shoulders. testing.

“that’s perfect. just like that.” kissing you again. your hands gripping slightly. holding on. getting more comfortable with each kiss. learning that touching is okay. that i want you to touch me.

my other hand sliding to your waist. over your shirt. just resting there. feeling you tense slightly under my palm. pulling back from the kiss. “still okay?” you nodding quickly. “yes… keep going…”

continuing to kiss. hand on your waist staying completely still. just letting you get used to the feeling. the weight of it. the warmth. eventually sliding up slightly. barely. your side. your ribs. all over clothes. nothing too much. nothing too fast.

you relaxing more with each minute. each kiss. hands moving from my shoulders to my neck. fingers hesitant at first. then playing with my hair slightly. getting braver. exploring. me smiling into the kiss. loving how you’re opening up.

pulling back to look at you. “you’re doing so well, baby. so perfect.” you blushing. looking down. “really?” “really, sweetheart. you’re a natural.”

kissing you again. deeper now. tongue barely touching your bottom lip. asking permission without words. you opening for me. letting me in. our tongues meeting. gentle. soft. you making a small surprised sound. then leaning in more. wanting more.

both hands on your waist now. pulling you closer. you coming willingly. pressing against me. still fully clothed but closer. more intimate. feeling your warmth through layers of fabric.

hands sliding up your back. slow. deliberate. feeling you through your shirt. the curve of your spine. you arching slightly. responding. hands in my hair now. gripping. holding me to you.

kissing for a long while like that. just exploring. learning. heavy breathing between kisses. small sounds escaping both of us. hands roaming over clothes. your back. your sides. your hips. your waist.

eventually sliding one hand to your thigh. over your jeans. just resting there. you tensing for a second. breath catching. then slowly relaxing. trusting. hand still in my hair tightening slightly.

pulling back from kissing. looking at you. making sure. “still good?” you breathing hard. lips swollen from kissing. pupils dilated. “yes… really good…” “you tell me if anything is too much, okay? anything at all.” “okay… i promise.”

kissing your jaw now. your neck. soft kisses. you tilting your head. giving me access. learning to respond to what feels good. hand on your thigh squeezing gently. you gasping at the sensation.

other hand sliding higher on your back. to your ribs. thumb barely brushing the underside of your breast. over your shirt still. testing. seeing how you respond. you not stopping me. breathing harder. pressing closer.

continuing to kiss your neck. finding that spot that makes you moan. hand moving more deliberately now. cupping your breast over your shirt. gentle. careful. you moaning softly. unexpectedly. “is this okay, baby?” “yes… don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

touching you like that. over clothes. learning your body. what makes you gasp. what makes you press closer. what makes those small sounds escape. hand on your thigh sliding higher. to your hip. your waist.

“can i…” pausing. “can i pull you onto my lap?” you nodding immediately. wanting to be closer. me helping you. guiding you. you straddling me now. both still fully clothed. just closer. more intimate.

kissing again. hands on your hips. your waist. your back. feeling you everywhere i can. you grinding down slightly. instinctively. then stopping immediately. embarrassed. pulling back. “i’m sorry…”

“hey, no. it’s okay, baby. that’s normal. that means it feels good. you don’t have to apologize.” you biting your lip. “it does… it feels really good…” “then keep doing it. move however feels good. there’s no wrong way.”

you grinding again. slow. me holding your hips. guiding gently. “that’s perfect, sweetheart. just like that.”

kissing while you move. slow rolls of your hips. learning. exploring. hands sliding up your back. under your shirt now. touching skin for the first time. you gasping into my mouth. breaking the kiss. “oh…”

“is this okay?” hands on your bare back. warm skin under my palms. you nodding. eyes closed. “yes… your hands feel so good…” continuing to touch. exploring. learning your skin. your body. what makes you shiver.

you grinding more now. more confident. finding a rhythm. hands in my hair. on my shoulders. my neck. learning how to touch me too. both breathing hard.

making out like that for a while. touching over and under clothes. building slowly. you getting more comfortable. more confident. more desperate.

“do you want to keep going?” asking between kisses. giving you an out. “or is this enough for tonight?” you pulling back. thinking. looking at me. “i want to keep going… if that’s okay…” “of course it’s okay, baby. whatever you want. we’ll go as slow as you need.”

“can we… can you…” struggling to find words. “what do you need, sweetheart?” “can you touch me? like… actually touch me?” “you mean…?” gesturing between your legs. you nodding. shy but wanting.

“okay, baby. yeah. we can do that.” kissing you softly. “let’s move up on the bed. get more comfortable.”

helping you off my lap. both of us moving. you lying back against the pillows. me beside you. “we’ll keep your clothes on for now, okay? i’ll just touch you over them. see how that feels first.” you nodding. “okay…”

kissing you again. slow. deep. hand sliding down your stomach. over your shirt. to your jeans. resting on your hip. you breathing harder already.

“can i unbutton these? just to make it easier to touch you. we don’t have to take them off.” you nodding. “yes… that’s okay…”

unbuttoning slowly. unzipping. you lifting your hips slightly to help. me sliding my hand inside. over your underwear still. feeling how warm you are. how wet you already are through the fabric.

you gasping. gripping my shirt. “is this okay?” “yes… oh god yes…” “good, baby. just relax. let me make you feel good.”

touching you gently over your underwear. learning your shape. where everything is. you spreading your legs more. giving me access. trusting.

“you’re already so wet, sweetheart. that’s good. that means your body is ready.” you blushing. hiding your face. “don’t be embarrassed. it’s perfect. you’re perfect.”

rubbing gently over your underwear. finding your clit. circling it. you moaning. hips moving. “how does that feel?” “so good… really good…”

continuing like that for a while. just over your underwear. building slowly. kissing you the whole time. swallowing your moans.

“can i…” pausing. “can i touch you under these?” you hesitating. then nodding. “yes… i want you to…”

sliding my hand under your underwear. touching you directly for the first time. skin on skin. feeling how wet you are. you gasping loudly. “oh fuck…”

“language is okay, baby. you can say whatever you want.” sliding my finger through your wetness. so gentle. so careful. finding your clit. bare this time.

you moaning. louder now. hands gripping the sheets. my shirt. anything. “you feel so good, sweetheart. thank you for letting me touch you like this.”

circling your clit gently. building slowly. no rush at all. kissing your neck. your jaw. your lips. you kissing back desperately. overwhelmed by sensation.

“i’m going to put a finger inside, okay? just one. tell me if it’s too much.” you nodding. “okay… i trust you…”

sliding one finger lower. to your entrance. pushing in slowly. so slowly. watching your face. you tensing. “breathe, baby. just breathe.” you breathing. relaxing. “how is it?” “it’s… different. but good. keep going…”

pushing in further. until i’m fully inside. staying still. letting you adjust. “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. so brave.” kissing you softly.

eventually starting to move. slow. gentle. in and out. your hips moving with me. learning the rhythm. “still good?” “yes… it feels really good now…”

continuing to work you. one finger pumping slowly. thumb finding your clit. rubbing gentle circles. you moaning continuously now. not holding back anymore.

“you’re taking this so well, baby. your body knows exactly what to do.” adding a second finger eventually. “this might feel like more. tell me if it’s too much.”

pushing in slowly. both fingers. stretching you gently. you gasping. gripping me. “breathe, sweetheart. you’re okay.” you breathing through it. adjusting. “okay… i’m okay… keep going…”

working you with two fingers now. pumping slowly. curling them slightly. finding that spot inside. you crying out. “oh god, what is that?” “that’s your g-spot, baby. feels good, right?” “yes… so good…”

continuing to work you. fingers curling. hitting that spot. thumb on your clit. building you slowly. patiently. kissing you through it. swallowing your moans.

you getting closer. can feel it. how you’re tensing. how you’re clenching around my fingers. “i think… i think something’s happening…” “that’s good, baby. that means you’re getting close. just let it happen. don’t fight it.”

“but what if i can’t?” “then you can’t. and that’s okay. we’re just exploring. no pressure.” continuing the same rhythm. same pressure. “just focus on how it feels. nothing else matters.”

you relaxing at that. letting go of the pressure. just feeling. hips moving more. meeting my hand. “that’s it, sweetheart. just like that. you’re doing so well.”

working you steadily. fingers pumping. curling. thumb circling your clit. kissing you deeply. you moaning into my mouth. getting more desperate.

“it’s building… i feel it building…” “i know, baby. let it build. don’t rush. we have all the time in the world.” continuing exactly what i’m doing. not changing anything.

you getting more vocal. more desperate. “please… i don’t know what i need but please…” “you don’t need anything different. you’re doing perfect. just keep feeling.”

suddenly you tensing completely. “oh… oh god… i think…” “let go, baby. i’ve got you. just let go.”

you falling apart. cumming on my fingers. moaning so loudly. back arching. hips moving. The me working you through it gently. not stopping. just gentle steady pressure.

finally coming down. collapsing. breathing so hard. me carefully pulling my fingers out. you whimpering at the loss. immediately curling into me.

“you did so well, baby. so so well. i’m so proud of you.” holding you close. kissing your head. “that was amazing. you were amazing.”

you still catching your breath. “i didn’t know… i didn’t know it would feel like that…” “now you know, sweetheart. and we can do it again whenever you want. no pressure. ever.”

holding you while you come down. stroking your hair. your back. “thank you for trusting me with this. with your first time. that means everything.”

you looking up at me. eyes soft. vulnerable. “thank you for being so patient. for making it perfect.” “you made it perfect, baby. all you.”

re uploading this audio i took of me fingering myself. i was so wet and needy 🥺👉👈

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