18+ asking mommy! wanda to suck your tits dry humping involved
you’ve had your lips wrapped around her nipples for quite some time now, just gently suckling. it’s become a thing you do with her almost every night - helps you relax and wind down after a long day of big thoughts.
and you think it must feel so good because every time your lips attach to her sensitive buds she sighs, moaning softly as she covers your forehead with kisses.
your brows pucker and you whimper inaudibly at the noises she makes. she looks so happy and warm and tingly. you want to feel good too :(
you reluctantly take your mouth off of her wet nipple and peer up at her, lashes fluttering. “mommy?”
she makes a little sound at the loss of contact, eyebrows pinched. her features soften when she sees the look on her little girl’s face. “what is it, baby?”
your eyes are fixed on her boobs, the task of asking her feels daunting to the point you can’t even look at her face. “c-can you read my mind?”
she faintly smiles, smoothing her fingers over your hairline. “use your big girl words, sweetheart.”
“i can’t.” you pout, your hand twisting in her half worn shirt. you get so shy asking for what you want, even though you know she’ll most likely say yes.
“cmon, bunny. tell mommy what you need.” she assumes you want her to play with your pussy because one of your hands is pressed on your inner thigh. she doesn’t know the reason your so achy is because you’re thinking about her tongue swirling around your nipples.
“c-can you do it to me?” you mutter, your skin turning pink.
she tilts your face up towards her gaze, tracing your temple “do what, baby?”
“what i was doing…” your cheeks are full blown red now, your pupils jittering as you avoid her gaze.
“you want mommy to suck on your boobs, hm?” she wears a half smile on her tinted lips, loving the reaction her mere presence has on you.
you sigh softly “uh huh…please.”
she kisses your forehead once more before gently tracing your tank top, pulling the strap down with light touches. her hands reach around the back of your bra and she removes the clasp, rubbing your back in circular motions. “such a good girl for asking mommy so nicely.” she discards your bra, laying it on the sheets next to her for later.
“ohhh, what a pretty little girl,” she murmurs, squeezing your plump flesh with her warm fingers.
you let out a shaky breath when her lips connect with your right nipple. she hums around it, feeling it harden in her mouth.
you whimper when she sucks a little harder, her red hair lightly scratching your skin. both of her hands cup your boobs upwards, squeezing and massaging the area as her tongue licks over your nipple, sending goosebumps all over your skin. “ohh - mommy.”
she moves over to your left boob, attacking your skin, her mouth wrapped around as much as she can fit in, lips suctioning on and off in little plops.
then she sinks her teeth in, nibbling and gazing up at you while your body wriggles. her own exposed nipples rub against your stomach and your hands find her hair, almost methodically playing with each strand, trying to ground yourself as the ecstasy swallows you whole.
wanda’s lips widen around your skin, seeing you so worked up over this is vertigo-inducing. she adores how sensitive you can be. “mmh, you like that, puppy?”
“…y-yes, mommy.” you mewl, shyly smiling back down at her. you gasp softly when she nibbles harder and you rock your hips up, grinding on nothing.
she coos, pushing her leg forward so you have something to let out your pent up energy on.
you hump her thigh happily, dragging your soaked pussy against the fabric of her pants. she shifts her knee every so often, making your clit pulse as your brain tries to override the cataclysmic pleasure hacking your system.
“tell mommy how good it feels, baby,” she whispers loudly, rubbing circles around your hipbones.
“f-feels s’good, mommy,” you moan, clutching on to her abdomen, signaling for her to pull you closer.
she wraps her hand around youu, pulling as close as she can so that she can still mouth at your boobs. she squeezes your waist, patting it with three taps as if permission for you to come undone.
and you don’t really have a choice. the pressure on your clit bubbles into soft mush as you let go, your legs shaking when you weakly ride out the last few motions you have left in you.
she swirls her tongue around your nipples as you come down, pecking the skin all around it. “good girl…that’s it.”
you twitch when she pulls her leg back, and she squeezes your flesh softly before pulling your tank top back up and laying beside you, stroking your side.
you press your face into her bare chest, humming contentedly as you nuzzle further into her. she pets your hair in long strokes as you breathe lazily on her tits.
your mouth begins to find it’s way back to her nipple and she exhales slowly as you start suckling.
“that’s it, sweetheart. let mommy have her turn again.”
a/n - idk why but i feel like the concept of things sound sm freakier in my head compared to when i write them
