cassie’s extra careful, knows how to work her up to it, how to move so her girl is pliant beneath her, a cute little doll. hands moving feather-soft, lips brushing a sensitive spot on her neck, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear as she begins to undress her. she has victoria naked from the waist down in record time, an arm draped across her face as thrusts into cassie’s face. a thin layer of sweat covers her body, her moans turning breathy and broken as she tries so so hard to come, but cassie keeps stilling her hips every time she gets close, strong forearms flexed keeping her in place.

please, please, cass—ah,ah—m’so close, it hurts, please. i’ve been so good. can’t hold it, need it.

but cassie doesn’t give in; she grips even tighter, already feeling the bruises blooming underneath her fingers. she looks up at victoria, her own face shining under the faint tv glow, covered in slick. oh, i know, i know you need it. and i always make you feel so good, don’t i, honey? but you know what i want. c’mon, just say it for me, sweet girl. she coos, tracing patterns on vic’s thigh, smiling growing predatory as the muscle twitches. the poor girl’s so pent-up.

victoria huffs, growing impatient, grabbing onto cassie's hair with her free hand. she forces cassie's head up, neck craned, nose bumping her clit, tongue lolled out and limp against her drooling hole. cassie can feel how desperate she is, warm and pulsing, fluttering against her tongue, trying to suck her in.

vic musters all of her strength into a particularly harsh thrust, nearly ripping herself forward, a sob tearing up her throat when cassie's tongue finally, finally nestles inside of her. she starts humping again, sloppy, uncoordinated, pulling cassie's hair so tight it must hurt, but cassie only laughs, the sound muffled between her legs. vic's pathetically close again and she knows cassie won't let her come if she doesn't comply, if she doesn't behave.

her whines come out airy and high, lower lip slotted between her teeth as she gives in. nghh, m-mom, mom, please. i wanna—wanna come all over your mouth. wanna make a mess on mama’s couch.

white-hot embarrassment flashes through her, stinging behind her eyes and tightening her throat. her face crumples, a few tears spilling over and rolling down her cheeks, dropping onto cassie's spit-slick face and mixing with the wetness already coating her skin. she hates how good it feels to cry like this, to be small and vulnerable for cassie, who groans at the sight, biting into the tender skin of her inner thigh, making her buckle.

cassie pulls away, grabbing vic's waist and lifting her up, her slick cunt hovering above her, wetness trailing down her thighs in thin, glistening strands. vic starts crying in earnest, pleading,—pretty please, mom. please, i've been your good girl— trying hard to ground down, desperate for any friction. cassie caresses the soft skin of her belly, relishing as vic's whole body trembles with sobs. this is her favorite game; getting the girl so worked up she's dumbed down, reduced to a mindless thing, messy and weeping, begging for permission to come.

shh, shh, it's okay. mama’s gonna make you come, m'kay? mama just wants to look at your face while she fucks you. such pretty tears, god, how did i get so lucky, huh? mom’s girl, mom’s sweet doll.

cassie flips them over, crawling on top of victoria, hovering over her, taking in every tear-streaked inch of her. she leans down, tongue tracing the wet tracks on vic's cheeks, shushing her all the while, voice faux-sweet. she works three fingers inside, vic's needy cunt sucking them in with no resistance, and sets a bruising pace, pistoning in and out, palm hitting her puffy clit.

the wet, gushing sounds are obscene, proof of how much vic's getting off on this, and it's so so wrong it makes her flush with shame, the blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest, painting her skin a pretty, blotchy pink. the tears come faster now, trailing down her face, her neck, reaching her still clothed chest, wetting the worn cotton.

oh, no, no, you look so cute like this, baby. mom’s sick, sick little girl. you love it, don’t you? being your mom’s plaything, letting her do whatever she wants to you. don’t be embarrassed, doll. mom loves it too.

victoria hiccups, moans morphing into crying, hips following the rhythm of cassie’s thrusts. her body arches into each movement, desperate to be closer, hands reaching for whatever she can touch—cassie's shoulders, her neck, the damp hair at her temples. cassie roughly lifts up vic's shirt, puts the hem of it in her mouth to hold it up, muffling her whimpers. she licks and bites at her nipples, turning them an angry shade of red, tasting the salt of her sweat and her tears.

it's so nice to be taken care of like this, to be pampered, to be turned into an obedient little thing, her mind going blank and quiet, all the usual noise of her thoughts replaced by cassie's hands and cassie's voice and the steady rhythm of being held down and taken apart. the orgasm builds so quickly she barely has time to react, crashing through her, punching out a drawn-out scream. she thrashes on the couch, legs kicking, her cunt trying to push cassie out, but cassie keeps pumping into her, relentless, working her through every last pulse.

you throwing a fit, baby? be good and stay still while i fuck you through it.

mama, please, mama. s'too much, hurts. mom, please, i can't anymore.

cassie takes pity on her and stills her movements, staying buried inside her, thumbing absentmindedly at her clit, petting, savoring how oversensitive her girl is, how every little touch makes her flinch and whimper. my perfect girl, you did so good. so beautiful for your mom. so pretty when you come, when you cry for me. i love you, sweetheart. mom loves you so much.

cassie maneuvers them around, so she's lying on her back, vic perched comfortably on her chest. she finally pulls out, earning a whine from the girl, and brings her fingers up, tips pruned from the wetness of her cunt. with a simple open, she pushes inside vic's wanting mouth. vic suckles lazily at them, tasting herself, licking them clean, her eyes fluttering shut.