#amab brigitte

“Yeah I can,” she whispers back. She clears her throat, cheeks pulsing with embarrassment and eagerness and says a bit louder: “You know it’ll take, don’t you? You know how many siblings I got. Our family is like… super prolific.”

Hana makes a soft sound like a squeal. Her hips jerk up helplessly. She tries so hard to fuck herself onto Brigitte’s cock but her panties won’t allow it.

“No you can’t,” she repeats. “Y-you monster. Forcing your b-big dick into my little pussy…”

Brigitte groans. She lets her head hang, unable to look at Hana. It feels far too nasty to hear her say such things while looking like a little fairy.

Staring at her chest, Brigitte moves slowly, dreamlike. She shifts her grip until she only needs one hand to lightly pin Hana’s arms and the other pops open button after button of the little yellow dress. The row is only for decoration probably but real enough to let her open them up and see how Hana isn’t wearing anything underneath.

They’re just there; her mousy little tits, topped with plump nipples like candy. They have just enough fat to jiggle the tiniest bit.

Brigitte’s mouth drops open but no sound comes out. Her cock aches so bad… As she leans down to suckle one of Hana’s plump nipples between her lips, she reaches down and grabs her dick, carefully guiding it so the swollen tip pushes against her hole.

Hana gurgles. She sounds like she is choking on her own tongue. Her skin smells so good… she is so soft everywhere. Like a plushie. Like Brigitte could fall asleep balls deep in her putty cunt, holding her against her chest and cuddling her.

She tortures the both of them by not finally pulling her panties aside. It just feels like such a special night… like she has to taste every little morsel and commit it to memory.

The texture of Hana’s areolas against her tongue; the sound of her wheezing little breaths… the sight of her face flushed and sweaty, stray hairs sticking to her forehead and cheeks.

She looks debauched and Brigitte hasn’t even slipped her cock in yet.

Her fingers dance along the gash of her cunt. Her panties are hot and slippery against her fingertips, molded to the exact shape of Hana’s pussy. When she lightly strums against her clit, Hana’s jaw closes with a sharp click of her teeth. Her back arches. She looks and sounds like she’s been put under an electric current.

Brigitte lets her nipple slip out of her hungry mouth with a little pop just to watch the whole thing unfold.

“So sensitive,” she whispers. “You’re so cute, Hana.”

Hana blinks her wet eyes open, eyelashes clumped together. She stares at Brigitte, with a dumb bimbo stare that looks just as cute as everything else she’s been doing.

“Please,” she whispers. Her whole body is taut, little tits flushed just like her face.

Brigitte almost loses focus because she suddenly becomes aware of Hana’s armpits; so soft and vulnerable looking and just right there for the taking. She has to force herself to listen when Hana continues: “Please fuck me. Please.”

Brigitte’s knees grow a bit weak. Breath stuttering in her chest, she presses her thumb back over Hana’s swollen pearl and gives it another circle just to buy herself some time to process the words and not shoot her load prematurely.

The thought creeps up on her all of a sudden and the panic that settles in at the thought of not being able to properly fuck her is enough to pull er back from the precipice a little. The panicked throbbing in her dick lessens to a manageable level.

Once she is suitably sure that she won’t just shoot her load the second she slipped Hana her tip, she slowly moves to hook her finger into the side of her panties and pull them away.

Hana gurgles again. Her thighs are shaking. Brigitte moves back a little so she can have a good look. She has to let go of Hana’s wrists to do that but that does not even seem to register to the other girl; she leaves her arms right where Brigitte put them.

Her feverish gaze is stuck to her. Watching her. Willing her to put her cock in and make her some babies.

Brigitte, meanwhile, is fascinated by the sight of Hana’s cunt. It’s so pudgy and flushed… It looks like it should belong to a fatter girl. It’s absolutely gorgeous. She spreads her labia with trembling fingers to have a look at her insides. They’re just as pink as she imagined they would be.

Her hole is a gasping little mouth, clenching and begging to be filled.

Brigitte thinks about dropping to her knees and putting her mouth to work on Hana but suddenly there’s a small but strong hand grabbing the front of her sweater and pulling her forward some.

Hana looks a bit… deranged. A little worryingly so. Her eyes are wide open, lips swollen from biting on them.

“Fuck me,” she rasps with a trembling voice.

Brigitte swallows hard. “Can I kiss you?”

Hana doesn’t look like she understands immediately. But then she nods a few times, already angling her head up.

Brigitte kisses her. It feels so soft and sweet… so unlike the fact that she is also currently pressing her cock against Hana’s naked cunt, slowly sliding through her gash to coat it in her sticky juices.

Hana feels taut beneath her. In a good way. In an anticipatory way. Her breath fans against Brigitte’s mouth and cheeks in fast little bursts. It’s also Hana who uses her teeth first, biting at Brigitte’s mouth and becoming more and more ruthless as she curls her arms around Brigitte’s shoulders and holds on for dear life.

She’s wrapped around her like a bandaid, her hips jack rabbiting up off the table she’s lying on and trying so damn hard to force her cock to spear right into her.

“Do it, do it, do it,” she whispers against Brigitte’s aching mouth.

“I’ll put some babies into you,” Brigitte whispers back. She awkwardly reaches between them, grasping her cock and starting to angle it just where they both need it. “I’ll fuck you until you pass out.”

Hana makes a high-pitched little noise, her fingers digging painfully into Brigitte’s flesh, her whole body feeling like it is on fire, pressed against her, vibrating with eagerness.