iwannabe midari's gun

YOU SAT IN HER LAP, legs strung over her own as her hands played in your cunt, circling and flicking your clit. she was preparing you for the 8 inch dildo laying beside you, waiting for your lover to prep you sweetly enough to take it.

your eyes glanced at the toy, immediately becoming unsure if you really wanted the full girth of it inside of your tight cunt, “m-midari, i don’t thi—“

“shh,” she hushed, lightly slapping your clit to shut you up. “you can take it,”

as she said that, two fingers slipped into you before you could even speak, a whimper falling in place of the words you so desperately wanted to speak. “you’ve done it before.”

she whispered against your ear, the shell now finding itself between her pearly whites. midari wasted no time, picking up a speed that had her palm slapping against your clit with every thrust of her digits, wiggling and curving them to press against the sweet spots inside of you.

and, maybe she was right. you could take it— you just needed her to help you along the way.