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megan really had no other choice. she didn't want to rut against your sheets and risk getting them dirty, nor was she able to gather the courage to grab your pillow and pathetically hump it like a dog in heat. so she landed at the next best thing—jerk herself off with your panties pressed to her nose.

however, the pair she grabbed wasn't from your dresser. or the clothes left to fold in the dryer. no, she snatched them directly from your dirty laundry hamper and scrambled to sit at the edge of your bed, one hand fumbling with the buckle of her belt and the zipper of her jeans. the moment her bottoms were off, she wasted no time, her length already thick and pulsing with the need for any sort of touch—more specifically, your touch.

but you weren't available, much to her frustration.

without another thought, she springs into action, fingers reaching out to wrap around herself, feeling how prominently the veins throb beneath the pads of her fingers.

"y/n," she mewls, eyes fluttering shut, mind racing with thoughts of you—your body, your face, your fingers, everything.

she chokes on a gasp as her thumb brushes along the flushed head, fingertip spreading the pre-cum that collects right above the slit. she follows up the motion with a stuttered roll of her hips, eyes rolling to back of her head as she squeezes her length lightly, free hand bunching your dirty panties at her side.

her eyes snap open for a second to bring the undergarment up to her nose, inhaling the scent. it drags a long, whiny moan from between her plump lips as she starts pumping herself harder, faster, needing the release.

the image of your hand around her cock is enough to satisfy her right now, her mind flashing with the memory of how pretty you always looked on your knees, taking her into your mouth so beautifully. the thought has her hips bucking feverishly, her hand losing the rhythm soon after. then—another thought pops into her mind, the only clear idea in the sea of fog.

megan lowers the thin piece of fabric above her twitching cock, shaking with anticipation as she angles the gusset on her tip. then, slowly, experimentally, she rolls her hips. what follows not long after is a noise that could only be described as desperate.

however, her newfound pleasure is cut short at the sound of her door creaking open. then—

"meimei, i'm back!" you announce, twisting the knob of her door and pushing it open, your free arm weighed down by the multiple bags you'd acquired on your day-out with daniela.

you don't know what you were expecting to see when you walked in—maybe an empty room or a tired megan sprawled out on the mattress—but it wasn't... whatever this is.

she's perched at the edge of your bed, legs spread wide, one hand holding her hard cock, the other fisting the already-messy sheets beside her. however, the thing that catches you the most off-guard is the skimpy piece of fabric placed precisely on her aching tip. you gasp lightly, unsure on whether to be turned on or freaked out.

but really, what's the difference?

her eyes snap up immediately at the sound of your voice, eyes glossy and big, pupils dilated so wide they're almost completely covered in black. the only thing she can offer you with is a long, almost sad whine of your name.

"baby," she calls weakly, thighs trembling with how close she is to her orgasm. "baby, i—i didn't—couldn't help it, really. y'were so f-far away and—"

you shut her up with one step forward, pushing the door shut with your foot. you almost feel bad for the poor girl, sitting there shaking like a kicked puppy. you set your bags down before continuing on, stopping once you're stood in front of your girlfriend, eyes locked on her hardened member.

"want'chu so bad," she admits through a breathy moan, stroking herself subconsciously.

you tilt your head. "mm, clearly," you purr, nodding down toward the now-sticky piece of fabric lying uselessly atop of her leaking tip.

she whimpers in embarrassment.

it was humiliating, and yet... her hips were still moving.

swatting her hand away, you wrap your fingers around her cock in place of her. she stills for a second, the touch sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout her body. you chuckle lowly, eyes fixed on the way her abdomen flexes from how sensitive she already was. you touching her only added to the intensity.

slowly, you begin to pump her, your fingers circling her weeping tip every time you reach the upper-half of her length. she was bigger than you'd ever seen before, and you've made that very clear any and every time she fucks you.

she gasps without missing a beat, hands reaching for the sheets and tugging harshly. "god—oh fuck...!"

you smile, almost sweet. "feels so good, doesn't it?"

megan doesn't answer with words, just nods stupidly, drunk off of your touch. it never took that long for her to go stupid over you—just a few push to the right buttons and she was melting like putty in your hands. a string of mewls and incoherent, slutty moans rip from her throat every time you squeeze her just right, head lolling back.

her fast, shallows breaths are a tell-tale sign of megan's impending orgasm, and you bathe in the fact that only you're able to get her so close in such a short span of time. the next signs are clearer than the last: jumbled, inaudible murmurs of warnings and your name all piled into one sentence.

you almost feel bad at how disheveled she looks, so needy and desperate to cum.

"haa—mmh! m-mommy—gonna cum, m'gonna—!" her sentence—that you're not even sure could be called one—is cut short by a guttural moan of her own, and you don't think you'll be able to last another second without having your mouth around her.

so you do just that—sinking to your knees and ignoring the disappointed whine that megan manages, her orgasm slipping away from her with each passing second that you're not touching her. she's about to muster up the power to complain when your lips wrap warmly around her angry pink tip, hushing her with one long swirl of your tongue.

you take her in slowly, relaxing your throat further with every inch that disappears in your mouth. megan can't help but stare, eyes wide and full of ecstasy, jaw practically on the floor. she'd never get tired of this sight.

the soft brush of your nose against her navel makes the trembling girl shiver, her knuckles bleeding white with the force of her grip, throat hoarse with how loud she's been. she hasn't even realized until you start bobbing your head up and down that she's practically screaming.

however, she couldn't care less in the moment—not when your mouth is so warm and your throat is so tight. not when you're finally giving her what she's been craving since the morning when you left her with a mere peck on the lips. not when she's so close to emptying her load right down your throat and watch you swallow it so effortlessly. by now, she's fucking your mouth, one hand settled on your head to help you move quicker and more efficiently, pulling one pornographic noise after the other out of the noisy girl.

before she can even think to warn you, the pleasure overcomes her like a tsunami. all-consuming and quick. it hits her like a truck, sending her over the edge with one last bob of your head.

"shitshitshit—m'cumming, i–" she couldn't finish the sentence even if she tried, too lost in the sea of pleasure as she shoots rope after rope of white-hot cum down your throat.

and, just like she had pictured not 5 seconds ago, you swallow her load like a champ, hardly flinching as you help the sensitive girl ride out her high. she looks spent the moment you finally take the chance to look at her, chest heaving and mascara stained by the sheen of sweat layered across her face.

by the looks of it, she definitely can't take anymore.

but with the way her cock begins to harden the moment you lean in to kiss her, you know you'll be here a while.

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