(18+) ━ Your gf fucks you at a party ꫂ᭪݁
cw : fxf, exhibitionism, fingering, cunnilingus
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.
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Sometimes I think about how everyone Steve loves the most hated him at one point. He looks at Dustin laughing in his passenger seat and remembers they only hang out because he was the last option available in an emergency. He’s having platonic soulmate time with Robin and remembers that she spent the whole course of their Scoops time absolutely hating him and thinking he was the annoying popular guy who peaked in high school, and they’re only close because they got kidnapped together that one time. Eddie tells him he loves him and all he can think about is the terrible things Eddie used to say to his friends about Steve Harrington back in high school, and knowing that he meant them
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She settles between your thighs like she has all the time in the world. Her hands gently push your legs wider, and she leans in, pressing a slow, warm kiss right against your pussy. “Hi, beautiful,” she whispers, lips brushing over your clit. “Look at you… already so wet and pretty for me.”
She drags her tongue up your slit in one long, lazy lick, humming softly at the taste. “Mmm, there’s my favorite girl. So soft and sweet.” She kisses your clit again, slow and intentional, before sucking it gently between her lips. You twitch, a quiet moan slipping out, and she smiles against you.
“That’s it,” she coos, voice low and affectionate. “You like when I kiss you here, don’t you? My sweet, needy little thing.” Her tongue circles your clit, then dips down to push inside you, fucking you with slow, deep strokes while she keeps talking.
“Always so eager to let me taste you. I could stay right here for hours… just kissing and licking this pretty pussy until you’re shaking.”
She makes out with your heat like it’s her favorite thing in the world; slow, wet, open-mouthed kisses mixed with soft sucks and gentle licks. Every time you moan or roll your hips, she praises it. “Good girl… making such a mess for me. You’re doing so well.”
When you finally come, she stays right there, kissing you through every pulse, murmuring soft, sweet words against your oversensitive skin until you’re trembling and breathless. Only then does she crawl up your body, lips shiny, and kiss you so you can taste yourself on her tongue.
She smiles against your mouth, eyes warm. “Love talking to her,” she murmurs. “She always listens so nicely for me.”
hi there!! idk if ur currently taking requests so dw about responding to this if ur burnt out :,) but i was wondering if you would be open to writing an nsfw fic for karen wheeler, preferably with karen referring to herself as mommy and strap use (either karen or reader receiving)?
(also i love ur work so much and hope you’re doing well!!)
hi!! i’m still taking requests dw!!
karen wheeler x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw, strap usage, mommy kink
a thick aroma settles in the bedroom, intoxicating you with karen’s pungent perfume. dior poison, the bottle is cast askew on the bedside table, the culprit behind why the room stunk so strongly of dark berries and jasmine.
you could hardly breathe the scent was so thick.
karen looms over you, her thighs comfortably straddling yours as she peers down. her gaze is pointed, eyeliner sharp and lips deliciously plump and rouge.
“what’s the matter, baby?” she drawls, leaning forward even closer. she was teasing you and you knew it, speaking in that low, sultry voice— punctuating every syllable slowly whilst pouting those irresistible lips directly in your face. you recognised how condescending she was being, but honestly, you weren’t complaining. “is mommy’s perfume too strong?”
all you can manage is a pathetic whimper below her, your hair a disheveled mess on the cream pillows. you’d spent countless nights with karen, but still you grew embarrassingly nervous every time.
karen fakes a dramatic, pitiful pout down at you. her hands slither up your arms, encasing your shoulders and rubbing slow, soothing circles. “that’s okay, baby…” she pauses, head tipping to the side in faux sympathy. “i know just how overwhelmed you always get.”
“sorry, mommy.” you whisper shamefully and karen instantly coos.
“mm, no. what did i say about saying sorry all the time, babygirl?” karen hitches a brow inquisitively, not even giving you the chance to answer. she sighs wistfully, “i’m sick of you being so… pliant all the time.” she stares at you thoughtfully for a moment before straightening as an idea hits her. “maybe it’s something i can… force out of you.”
not even a second later, karen’s already stripping herself of her nightgown. she tosses it aside casually, not even glancing at it when it lands to the carpet in a silky heap. she then turns to you, delicate fingers hooking in your underwear as she gently pulls them down. her fingertips are icy and bony against your warm thighs, earning countless shivers in their wake.
eventually, you both are bare on the bed and karen towers over you, strap-on curved upwards and brushing lightly against your lower belly.
karen smirks at the sight and decides to nuzzle her cock closer, watching as you tense adorably beneath her.
her eyes drop casually to your entrance, studying, “gosh, y/n… so wet and i’m not even inside yet.”
slowly, she slots her hips against yours and allows her cock to press gently against your pussy. the tip drags along your soaked clit and you’re wreathing in an instant. karen slaps your thigh gently in response, stilling you.
“still, baby.” she mutters softly, starting to slide her cock in. “mommy’s gonna push in now, okay?”
the strap-on is deliciously thick and its length is perfect. she pushes it in all the way, watching as you whine, until her hips finally meet yours. karen resists a purr at the sight of you so sweaty and needy beneath her, impaled on her cock so prettily.
“mm, you always look so gorgeous when i’m inside you.” karen comments casually, starting to rock her hips back and forth.
her cock slides in and out of your dripping hole, squelching noisily with every loving thrust as you start to involuntarily clench around her. karen recognises your tightness by how she has to increase her thrusting pressure. her hands slide to your hips to stabilise herself as she starts to fuck you faster.
“you’re doing so good, darling…” she mutters, voice starting to become breathy.
you can’t manage to formulate a response as you lay beneath her, eyes transfixed solely onto her breasts— watching, unblinking, as they bounce alluringly with every slam inside your needy pussy.
karen notices your blatant staring and she smirks triumphantly, moving one hand up to squeeze seductively at her breasts. you moan softly at the sight, head tipping back as you tighten impossibly around her relentless cock.
she chuckles lowly, amused— eyes gleaming with mirth. “staring at mommy’s tits, baby?”
“…sorry.”
“no sorry’s.” karen frowns, pounding her hips with much more vigour. wet slaps echo off the walls as she tirelessly ruins you, jamming in and out with increasing intensity until you finally feel yourself start to come undone.
“mmm… mommy…” you whimper pathetically before squirting all over her strap-on. your body shakes with the release, thighs quivering desperately against her.
karen watches, utterly awestruck by how beautiful you look whilst cumming as a result of her cock. a smirk stretches across her face and she moves to slide a hand along your thigh in a soothing, petting motion whilst you come down from your immense high.
“mm, mommy’s good girl.” karen praises in a soft quip, leaning down curtly to peck your sweaty temple.
The room is warm with the echoing sounds of your shared breathing. She pulls you on top of her, legs tangled together, her hands gripping your hips as she positions you exactly how she wants. You’re both soaked. When your pussies press together, slick and hot, you both moan at the contact.
She starts moving first, slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against yours in a slick, messy rhythm. The wet sounds of your bodies sliding together fill the room. “Fuck, baby,” she breathes, eyes locked on where you’re connected. “Look at us… so fucking wet.”
You rock against her harder, chasing the friction, your swollen clits rubbing perfectly with every movement. She reaches down and spreads herself open wider with two fingers, pressing your pussies even closer together. The new angle makes you whimper, hips jerking involuntarily. She gasps when you grind down harder, her own thighs starting to shake. “Keep going, just like that. I want to feel you soak me.”
The pressure builds fast. You’re both grinding desperately now, slick coating your thighs, the obscene wet sounds growing louder. She suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you down hard, rolling her hips up to meet you. You come on her first, a sharp cry leaving your lips as you squirt against her, hot and messy, soaking her pussy and thighs.
The feeling pushes her over the edge right after you. She moans loudly, body trembling as she squirts back against you, your releases mixing together in a warm, slippery mess between your bodies. She keeps grinding through it, slower now, dragging out every last pulse until you’re both shaking and breathless. When it finally fades, she pulls you down into a deep, lazy kiss, her hands stroking your back.
“God, I love when we make a mess like that,” she whispers against your lips, smiling. You laugh softly, still trembling, and kiss her again.
18+ : fxf
Your girlfriend has an oral fixation, which means:
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.
She’s addicted to your body and satisfying her need with her mouth, and you’re more than happy to let her indulge.
i’m genuinely considering taking 65 melatonins. in fact i probably need more. i’m at band camp right now, being stripped of any piece of stranger things media. when i bring up byler, eggs are chucked at my head and they whip me with drumsticks. i do not know a solution to this problem and im upset. i will speak to you guys at my next break. fucking section leader is here
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Things are gonna start looking up for Steve, promise
Eddie padded to the bedroom and found Steve still wide awake - he gave Steve a loving smile as he stripped down to his underwear and joined Steve in bed. He hummed when Steve burrowed into his embrace and immediately wrapped his arms around Steve to hold him close. He grimaced a bit as he ran a hand down Steve's back, feeling the knobs of Steve's spine under his fingers.
"My dreamboy," Eddie whispered. "Have you ever had a white Christmas?"
"Not in a really long time," Steve whispered back. "Normally working." A pause. "I heard you guys talking."
Warning: Dom!Karen, age agap, power imbalance, teasing, alcohol use, excessive use of wine, food play, oral fixation, body worship, rub, thigh riding, gagging, fingering, praise, corruption, cheating
Word count: 3.3k+
Summary: As the babysitter for the Wheeler kids, you’ve realized it’s very hard to say no to their mom, especially after wine and when she wants to pay you in ways that have nothing to do with money.
The house felt eerily quiet compared to what it had been just a few hours earlier. The Byers had picked up Mike a while ago, Holly had finally fallen asleep after struggling for ages, and Nancy was probably out. You didn't know; they hadn't made it very clear. You were simply told to watch the younger children. She ordered you to.
You've been the Wheelers' babysitter for a while now, taking care of the younger kids when their parents can't. It's a recurring, informal job, but one that can take up your entire day. You might be incredibly busy with your own things, but if you get a call from Mrs. Wheeler, you'll rush to her house if it means seeing her for less than five minutes.
Her voice telling you what to do and how to do it made you wonder if she might ever give you other kinds of orders, but then you blinked and found yourself playing dolls with her youngest daughter.
She knows exactly the effect she has on you, which is why she touches your arm more than usual, why she closes the distance between you, and why her voice changes tone, making you completely nervous. That's why she kissed you one night when you were drinking and hanging out at her place. You let her tongue slide into your mouth as if you hadn't wanted it from the first moment she called you "darling."
You can still feel her hand moving up your thigh and the taste of her lips, mixed with the wine, intoxicating you even more.
You constantly think about that night and what would have happened if her husband hadn't walked through the front door at that moment. But ever since then, things felt strange between the two of you. There were two occasions when she called you to babysit, but on those she barely looked at you or arrived too tired to start a conversation.
You needed to talk to her, clear things up, or at least get some indication that everything was okay and that the kiss was a thing of the past.
Thinking about it overwhelmed you, but at least playing tea party with Holly and having Mike nag you and explain the D&D rules a thousand times made you forget that little problem, until she arrived hours later.
—
For the past twenty minutes, you've been flipping through a rather peculiar, suggestive magazine, tucked away at the very top of the cabinet. The books and magazines there are covered in dust, so you assumed no one was paying it any attention. You didn't think about who it might belong to; you just grabbed it and flipped through the pages, looking at different women in lingerie.
When you finished, you stood up and went back to the shelf to look for more magazines like that, putting the previous one back in its secret hiding place, until the door slammed shut, making you turn around immediately.
“Relax, just keep doing what you were doing.” says the woman who just came in, smiling as she hangs her jacket on the rack.
“Hi, Mrs- Karen” you clear your throat and automatically correct yourself, remembering the many times before when she told you to call her by her name. “I was just seeing what I could read.”
You move away from the shelf and take a few steps back. You can feel the heat in your cheeks, not knowing if it’s from the magazine or from Karen almost catching you in the act.
“And did you find anything you liked?” Her voice was soft and careful, as if she wanted to extract some information from you, the same voice she uses with her children when she wants to know something.
“Actually, no. They’re all old editions.”
“Yeah…” she let out a long sigh as she began to move around the room. “I bought most of them years ago and I haven’t even been able to read half of them.”
Letting out a little laugh that could easily send shivers down your spine, she disappeared somewhere in the house, admiring her figure and losing sight of her.
You can’t help but glance over and think how beautiful she looks. There’s something about her that drives you crazy, but you’re not sure if it’s the confidence with which she does things or the way she treats you, different from everyone else, as far as you could tell. Either way, you’re at her mercy, something you’d never admit out loud.
“Oh, yeah.” Still standing still, you raise your voice slightly so she can hear. “Holly’s asleep, and Mrs. Byers came to pick up Mike a few hours ago.”
You can hear her humming in approval as her footsteps become audible until she appears. “Good. Didn’t they give you any trouble this time?”
“Not at all, they never give me any trouble. Except for Holly, who's a bit of a fussy at bedtime,” you joke, making her smirk.
“Yeah, she is. You have no idea how hard it is to convince her to go to bed.” she continues, and her chuckle makes you chuck too.
And for a few moments, her eyes mesmerize you, making the silence spread through the room, and you don't even realize how close you were to each other.
Nervous from the intensity of the brief moment, you put your hands in your pockets and clear your throat again. “Well, I have to go. I've finished my duty for today.”
“It's only 9 p.m.”
Karen doesn't sound very convinced. You glance quickly at the clock and look back at her. Your excuse to get out of there and stop getting even more nervous didn't work. "I know, but I don't want to be left without transport."
"I can give you a ride, don't worry about it, darling." She tilts her head to the side, placing her hand on your arm and squeezing it instantly. "Besides, Ted won't be back for a few hours, so we'll have the house to ourselves."
Her words were double-edged, and you knew it, but you couldn't refuse, not when you could smell her perfume deep in your lungs and feel her gaze, somehow delicate yet penetrating, on you. And her lips, God, how you longed to feel her lips against yours again.
"Alright."
The contact lasted a few more seconds until you lost sight of her again in the kitchen. You don't know how, but one thing led to another, and now you found yourself on her couch with a glass of wine in your hand. The alcohol took effect quickly, even before you'd finished your first drink, you were already dizzy enough to continue. The opposite of Karen, who you saw pouring and drinking several times and still seemed the same as always.
You lost track of the conversation a while ago, you had no idea what she was talking about, just nodding occasionally while your gaze remained fixed on her lips.
She had you right where she wanted you, mesmerized and lost in her. The distance between you was short as Karen touched your thigh from time to time.
You saw her move slightly away, leaning over to pour herself another drink. The lack of contact snapped you out of your trance, bringing your hands to your face and rubbing your eyes with a buzzing sound.
"Shit, it's really late." Your vision was a little blurry as you glanced at the clock on the wall. "Don't you think we should go?"
"You're really eager to leave. Don't you like being here with me?" She mocks, though you can’t tell from the way she’s sharpened her voice as if she’s talking to a child.
"No, it's not that. It's just, uh..." you try to explain, but the words won't come out, and you blush no matter how hard you try to speak.
Karen laughs, making you even more nervous. "Okay, let me get your pay and I'll take you home."
She takes a sip of her wine while squeezing your thigh, then stands up and heads toward wherever her purse is.
You take advantage of this moment to let your guard down and collapse onto the couch, resting your head against the back and rubbing your face again. In the distance, you hear a disapproving buzz along with what you assume is her rummaging through her purse.
“What happened?” You get up in an instant when she rejoins you in the room, swaying slightly at first.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you sweetheart, but I don’t have any money.”
“Oh” she can hear the disappointment and understanding in your voice, which only makes her more amused by your reactions, moving closer and closer to you.
“Yeah… but” now the distance is nonexistent, cupping her hand against your cheek, “I can pay you another way.”
You blink a few times, processing her words and how close you are. “It’s fine, Karen, no problem.”
She lets out a sigh, amused by your state, and leans in close enough to kiss you.
It takes a few seconds for your mind to process what’s happening, letting out a soft gasp as you understand what she meant and returning the kiss.
You place both hands on her waist while her free hand slides down to your neck, applying pressure.
Gasping for the pressure, you part your lips, and she slips her tongue inside. The kiss gradually intensifies, becoming loud and frantic. Her lips taste of wine, sending your mind racing and making you crave her even more.
Suddenly, she pulls away, compelling you to chase her lips. Karen holds you by the shoulder, keeping you in place so she can take a large gulp of her wine. Then she kisses you again.
As you part your lips once more, she spills the wine, pouring it all into your mouth before you can even react. She steps back, watching you intently, waiting for you to swallow, and once you do, she smiles proudly.
You've never swallowed so much wine before, so you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling it burn in your throat.
"Good girl."
You open your eyes when she calls you that, feeling a rush of fire course through your body.
Karen approaches you, feeling the heat radiating from her body. She walks past you, touching your arm before passing you and going up the stairs. You watch her walk, and instinctively, you follow her.
You climb step by step. Your heart pounding, your body burning with desire, and your panties wet.
The effects of the freshly drunk wine are taking hold, but that didn't stop you from opening her door and finding her shirtless, wine dripping down her bare skin.
Agaped, you gaze at her hungrily and, without wasting a moment, you approach her and begin to run your tongue over the dripping area. Her neck
Karen tilts her head, giving you better access, and with each sip, your breath grows heavier. Your fingers dig deep into her skin, making her gasp and tug at your hair.
The taste of alcohol mingled with her skin is even more intoxicating. You run your tongue over her one last time, combining it with small wet kisses down to her jawline before kissing her again.
The kiss is hungrier, more needy, and slightly clumsy on your part. Karen falls onto the bed, pulling you down with her, floating a few inches away.
A soft giggle from her vibrates against your lips, sending a warmth through your core. Her hands delicately traced your back, moving down to the hem of your shirt, which she pulled off.
Straddling her, you helped her, and once your skin was exposed, you kissed her again, pressing your entire body against her.
Karen explored your skin once more, scratching and leaving increasingly noticeable red marks as you gasped and whimpered, enjoying the pain.
The skin-to-skin contact was driving you both wild, feeling the subtle friction of your bodies with each kiss.
Your hands gently caressed her body, exploring every inch of her skin, from her chest to her stomach, wanting to memorize every part of her and taking advantage of what you couldn't last time.
With each gasp and rapid breath, your mind clouded more and more with desire, unbuttoning her pants without thinking straight. The alcohol and her, were completely consuming you.
Your breathing was ragged, so you pulled away to catch your breath, using this as an opportunity to remove her pants. Karen helps you by lifting her hips, and once they're out, your eyes are drawn to the wetness seeping through her panties.
Karen catches you peeping at her crotch, leaning on her forearms with a mischievous smile. "Is there anything you like?”
You look up, finding a wide smile on her face, the one that always made your heart race.
"I-" Your cheeks flush fiercely, leaving you speechless.
The blonde simply laughs, making your face burn with embarrassment. "Just take off your pants" she says before lying back completely.
You hum and do as she says.
As you unbutton your pants, you watch out of the corner of your eye as Karen grabs the wine glass from her nightstand and begins pouring it over her body.
The red liquid slowly trickles down her skin, dripping from her chest down her leg and onto the sheets.
Your eyes widen, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight, completely forgetting what you were doing.
Karen raises an eyebrow, still wearing her persistent, proud smile. Her gaze flicks down to the liquid on her body before returning to you.
Understanding, you quickly pull down your pants, though with difficulty and clumsiness. Slowly, you kneel on the bed, bracing your hands against the sheets, and place your lips against her knee. You place a soft kiss there, then flick out your tongue and flatten it instantly, slowly moving up her thigh, drinking and swallowing every bit of it, cleansing it, leaving no trace of wine on her smooth skin.
The older woman's breathing quickens as you move higher, placing her hands in your hair to guide you. Your tongue continues its ascent, passing over her groin, her stomach, and finally reaching her chest, which held a generous amount of wine. And without further thought, you drink, sipping and licking every inch.
A husky laugh escapes her lips, her body vibrating against yours. "Do you like that, don't you?"
A muffled moan escapes you in response as she strokes your hair, your face still nestled between her breasts.
“But I think you’d like it more if you ride my thigh.”
You lift your head to confirm what you just heard, and in her eyes, besides lust, there’s determination. You swallow hard and, after a brief thought, concede, “Alright.”
You both settle into position. Karen bends one leg slightly, not completely, while resting her head against the headboard. Once comfortable, she pats her lap, waiting for you to climb on.
Your gaze flicks from Karen's eyes to her thighs a few times before you settle onto her thigh as she instructed, removing your panties beforehand.
The blonde gently grips your hips, helping you lower yourself until the wetness of your pussy makes her hiss. Biting your lip to muffle any noise, you place your hands on her shoulders for balance.
"Common, go ahead."
And with that, shedding any lingering sense of shame in your alcohol-fueled system, you begin to sway. Your hips move slowly back and forth, your breath quickening with each movement.
Karen watches intently as your pussy slides in so easily. You shift your hips to increase the pace.
With the increased speed, your breaths become frantic gasps as Karen's breathing becomes heavy.
Your grip on her remains firm and tight, anchoring you to the ground as you continue to sway.
In a matter of seconds, your moans began to escape, biting and trying everything to hold them back, but Karen pinched you, forcing you to release them.
The blonde began to rock her leg, in a light movement that made you rub against her even more, lifting you slightly. She combined this with her hand moving up your body, caressing your skin while continuing to guide you with the other.
Her gaze never left your face or body. She watched attentively every movement and gesture you made, increasing the speed when she saw something she liked.
You both didn't need lubricant, your pussy had been quite wet for a while, which made everything easier.
"Keep going." she gasped when she noticed your hips were weakened. Her husky voice aroused you even more, but her gaze on you made you nervous and embarrassed at the same time, so you reflexively looked away.
In a swift movement, Karen grabbed your jaw, digging her fingers into your skin and turning your face so you were looking at her. "My eyes are here, dear." And with that, her leg rock faster.
From the impending friction, your eyes closed and you let out a loud, drawn-out moan. At this, Karen released a trembling breath, almost a moan. "That's how I like it.”
Her grip on you loosens, but instead, her positions two of her fingers at the edge of your mouth, and you automatically open it, letting her in. She wastes no time, and her fingers are already deep inside you.
You held back the approaching gag with all your might, closing your eyes tightly to hold them back.
"Easy there... just breathe" intangible sounds escape you as you try to breathe through your nose. After a few attempts, you manage to return to your natural breathing and your eyes meet hers.
“Good girl.” Her free hand releases your hip and slides down to your crotch, straight to your pussy, where she positions her thumb on your clit and begins to rub it.
Your back arches and you try to moan, but Karen bites her lip, continuing to rub it up and down.
You whimper and tremble, and as if by reflex, your hips rise. That's when the older woman takes advantage of the situation to insert two more fingers inside you.
Your eyes roll back and your breath catches as Karen begins to pump with her fingers. Her other hand is firmly on your jaw.
Her fingers slide in and out of you with a rhythm she immediately masters. You try to moan her name, but you can't. All her fingers were in all the right places, making it difficult for you to make any kind of coherent sound.
Tears welled in your eyes, and you clung to her with all your might, gripping her wrist with one hand and her shoulder with the other. You had no intention of removing her fingers from your mouth.
You moved frantically, your hips swaying to the rhythm of her fingers as you sucked on the others. The heat in your belly was building intensely.
Lascivious sounds escaped you again and again as Karen simply encouraged you to keep going. Her thumb circling your clit made your eyes roll back, accompanied by grunts interspersed with muffled moans.
Amidst all those sounds, Karen gasped and bit her lip, proud of everything she was causing.
And in a couple of seconds, your insides tightened around her fingers, releasing a long, trembling moan that was muffled by her fingers. Your head fell back and your eyebrows arched as a few drops trickled down your cheeks.
Karen slowly slowed down from all sides until you were completely still, then removed her fingers from your pussy and mouth, leaving you reeling from the loss of the feeling of being filled.
Afterward, you collapsed beside her, completely exhausted, trembling and still dazed.
Through the strands of hair covering your face, you noticed her expression fill with pride and a mixture of tenderness as she turned to look at you.
Karen settled herself beside you, clearing your face to speak in a soft, husky voice, "Not bad for the first round." Then she slowly licked her fingers, coated in your cum, from the base to the tips.
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18+ She loves the faces you make when you take her strap. ۶ৎ
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.
When you finally go limp beneath her, she leans down and kisses you again, slow and tender, like she’s thanking you for letting her see you like this. She pulls out gently, then wraps you up in her arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead while you catch your breath. “My perfect girl,” she whispers, still watching your face in the mirror above. “I love every face you make for me.”