Shana Notices Some Changes
"S-so I was, um, I was wondering…." Shana briefly paused the rolling motion of her hips in the hopes of somehow collecting her thoughts, only to discover that the ache in her pussy got so much more intense when she stopped humping the pillow that whatever she was trying to hold in her head was simply drowned out by the booming throb in her clit. She resumed grinding her cunt against the cushioned softness, finally managing to mumble out, "Have you, uh, have you noticed any changes lately? To me, I mean. Have I changed?" It was such an easy question, and Shana was sure she wouldn't have needed a full minute to think of it even just a couple months ago, but she didn't know. And that was why she needed to ask Davina.
But Shana's friend just gave her bare ass a reassuring pat and replied, "No, I really don't think you have. Why, what kind of changes did you think you noticed?" That was a question that required a lot more thought than Shana was used to these days, and she stared into the spiral playing on Davina's TV for what felt like ages while she tried to figure out exactly what was bugging her about her recent… habits? Beliefs? Body? Mind? It all felt so fuzzy and inchoate, a sense of crumbling identity always just out of reach of her limited awareness, and of course the more she struggled to pinpoint it the more her cunt throbbed and the more she needed to hump Davina's body pillow to satisfy the itch. She wound up cumming three times before she finally managed to zero in on anything concrete.
"My, um, my sex drive," Shana finally mumbled, her eyes glassy and vacant and perpetually following the spiral as she managed at last to speak. "I, um, I think it's like… maybe, um, stronger?" That seemed like a comical understatement, given that she was naked save for a pair of knee-high socks and she couldn't stop grinding her pussy against the nearest firm object every time she hung out with Davina, but conviction felt like a luxury she couldn't afford with her mind so fuzzy and foggy and perilously blank. Davina was so much smarter than she was, with a clearer head and a sharper brain and so much more self-control, and she'd be able to tell Shana if anything was going on outside of Shana's fevered imagination.
But the other woman only chuckled, reaching in to tease Shana's slick labia with a comfortable familiarity that should have raised alarms in Shana's head but instead only made her hump the pillow that much harder. "I haven't really noticed any differences, silly," she purred, amusement seeping into her voice like she was enjoying a private joke at Shana's expense. "You've been a needy little bitch practically as long as I've known you." They hadn't known each other all that long, only a couple of months since Davina moved into the apartment down the hall, and Shana could feel some kind of insight hanging just out of reach of her sluggish mind… but grinding her cunt hard against something took all the priority in Shana's brain and by the time she came again she'd already lost the thread. And as always, it was so much easier to just rub her thoughts away and let the spiral carry her deeper into peace and pleasure.
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