🎀 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 🎀

You’re on your back in the middle of her soft bed, legs spread wide around her hips, while she hovers above you. The mirror on the ceiling reflects everything back down at you: your flushed chest, the way your thighs tremble, the desperate little twist of your mouth every time she rolls her hips. “Look up, baby,” she whispers, voice low and enticing against your ear. “Watch yourself for me.”

You tilt your head back. The sight makes your stomach flutter: her body moving over yours, the thick strap disappearing inside you with every smooth thrust, your own face twisted in pleasure, lips parted, eyes glassy, cheeks burning. She smiles when she sees you looking. “There she is,” she murmurs, almost fondly. “My pretty girl. Look how fucked out you get for me, baby.”

Her pace stays steady but filthy, hips rolling in that perfect rhythm that hits deep every single time. One of her hands slides up to cup your jaw, gently turning your face so you can’t look away from the mirror. “See that?” she breathes, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “See how your mouth falls open when I go deep? How your eyes get all hazy when I grind against your clit like this?”

You whimper, unable to stop the soft, broken sounds spilling from your lips. She watches your reflection with dark, loving eyes, like she’s memorizing every twitch of your face, every flutter of your lashes.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” she says softly, almost a whisper. She leans down to kiss you, slowly, while still fucking you in that same steady rhythm. When she pulls back, her thumb brushes your bottom lip. “I could watch you for hours.” Your thighs start shaking harder around her waist. She feels it and smiles, grinding deeper, slower, making sure you feel every inch.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” she whispers, eyes locked on your reflection. “Let me see that pretty face when you fall apart.” You do — back arching, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure crashes through you. She keeps moving through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin, completely captivated by the way you look coming on her strap.

She’s always got her mouth on you. The second you’re alone, she’s pulling you close, sliding her hands under your shirt so she can latch onto your tits. She sucks on your nipples like they’re her favorite candy, slow, wet, and greedy — moaning softly while her tongue swirls and teases until you’re squirming, begging her for more.

She’ll drop to her knees without warning, shove your thighs apart, and eat your pussy for hours. She gets lost in it, tongue buried deep inside you, sucking messily on your clit, licking every drop like she can’t get enough of your taste. She’ll keep going even after you’ve come, overstimulated and shaking, because she’s not done savoring you yet.

She sucks on your fingers while you’re cuddling, or while she’s fucking you with her strap — eyes half-lidded and blissful as her lips wrap around them. She loves making out for ages too, sloppy and deep, licking into your mouth because she wants to devour you.

And it means when she’s tired but still needy, she’ll rest her head on your chest and gently suckle on your nipple for comfort, humming happily while her fingers lazily play between your legs.

The party was loud and crowded, but the second her eyes locked on yours from across the room, everything else faded. She was leaning against the wall, drink in hand, staring at you like she wanted to devour you. You held her gaze, heat pooling low in your belly as she slowly dragged her tongue over her bottom lip. No words. Just pure, filthy eye-fucking that had your thighs pressing together.

Minutes later, a light touch on your waist made you jump. She was behind you. “Bathroom. Now,” she whispered in your ear, voice low and commanding. You barely made it inside before she locked the door and pushed you against it. Her mouth crashed into yours in a hungry kiss, tongues sliding desperately as her hand shoved up under your short dress.

“No panties?” she smirked against your lips, clearly pleased. Two fingers slid through your already soaked pussy, teasing your entrance before pushing inside you without warning. You gasped, gripping her shoulders as she started fucking you with them, deep, steady strokes that curled perfectly against that spot inside you.

“Been wet for me all night, haven’t you?” she murmured, lips brushing your neck while her fingers pumped faster. The wet, obscene sound of her fingering you filled the small bathroom. She pressed her thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles as she fucked you harder against the door.

You moaned loudly, hips rocking desperately onto her hand. She kissed you again to muffle the sound, biting your lip as she added a third finger, stretching you around her. “Come on my fingers, baby,” she growled, curling them just right. “Let me feel this pretty pussy cum.”

The filthy words and relentless pace sent you over the edge. You came hard, thighs shaking, biting down on her shoulder to stay quiet as your walls clenched and pulsed around her fingers. She didn’t stop until you were whimpering and oversensitive, then slowly pulled her fingers out.

But instead of letting you go, she dropped to her knees right there on the bathroom floor, pushed your dress up to your waist, and buried her face between your thighs. Her tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your dripping pussy, savoring the taste of your cum. She moaned against you, the vibration making you jolt. “So fucking sweet,” she whispered, before diving back in, sucking greedily on your swollen clit, tongue fucking into your soaked hole like she was starving for you.

Your legs trembled violently as she ate you out with filthy enthusiasm, two fingers sliding back inside you while her mouth worked your clit. The sounds were downright pornographic; wet slurping and her soft, hungry moans mixed with your barely stifled whimpers. You came again within minutes, harder this time, hips grinding against her face as pleasure ripped through you.

She kept licking you through it, cleaning every drop until your knees nearly gave out. Only then did she stand up, lips shiny with your juices, and kiss you deeply so you could taste yourself on her tongue. “We’re definitely not done yet,” she whispered with a smile.