#diehcrd

“i'm  really  glad  we  finally  found  the  time  to  have  lunch."  gilda  took  a  large  bite  of  her  veggie  omelet.  breakfast  for  lunch  was  a  favorite  past  time.  in  fact,  she  loved  breakfast  food  any  time  of  the  day.  "i  know  we're  both  so  busy,  but  we  don't  do  this  often  enough!  need  my  gossip  buddy  time.  tell  me  what's  been  going  on.”

“ximena!” oscar’s surprise was entirely apparent by the expression on his face. his cheeks were already ruddy from the effort of fucking into the mattress and so he saved himself from turning a bright shade of red in that regard, but his jaw hung slack and his eyes widened. not that it was able to stay that way for long before he was back inhaling her scent and working between pushing back onto her hand and down into the plush material below. “was too worked up,” he muttered, words muffled from his positioning. “you’ve been teasing me all day.” the accusation didn’t sound all that spiteful with the way he was puffing and panting, falling short of coming across as anything other than whiny. “i just wanted to cum.”

she wasn't a virgin, of course not. but this would be the first time THEY would have sex. they'd fooled around countless times since getting together. fingers and toys and mouths. she watched them for a moment as they got undressed and she was already laying on the bed, against the pillows. they'd told her to play with herself and she blushed, but she dropped one of her hands between her thighs and brushed her fingertips against the inside of one of them. she inhaled sharply as she grazed her fingertips over her clit, now, and dropped her head back. she felt the bed dip and then they were hovering over her. her heart raced in her chest - they were so much bigger than her in general. her teeth sank into her lower lip and she leaned up and pressed a kiss to their lips. her free hand cradled the side of their face as she deepened the kiss and she whined into their mouth. "i need you," she whispered and brought her fingertips up to their lips so they could taste her.

kylie  lead  the  girl  into  her  beach  front  apartment,  closing  the  sliding  door  behind  them.  she  plopped  down  on  the  couch  and  dumped  baggies  of  weed  and  pills  onto  the  coffee  table.  “take  what  you  need  now.  it'll  be  sold  out  by  the  time  the  bonfire  party's  over  tonight.”  scoffing,  "then  my  guy's  going  out  of  town,  so  i'll  be  dry  for  like  a  week.  fucker."

The surrender in the other woman's voice was intoxicating, a clear signal that she was breaking and no longer able to control her urges. Isabella's confession only served as fuel to Imani's ego, too. A throaty chuckle escaped Imani's lips as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Isabella's ear as she felt the sudden friction of her starting to grind back against her. "Pretending is such a waste of energy, isn't it? Especially when your body is practically screaming the truth without you saying a word." She could feel the warmth radiating from Isabella and it was almost mocking in a way; how effortlessly she could sense Isabella's arousal, the way her pussy was already slick and desperate for attention before a single finger had even touched her. Without breaking the rhythm of her pinning Isabella against the wall, Imani let one hand reach down, smoothing her hand firmly over the fabric of Isabella's skirt before dipping underneath the hem of it. Her fingers found the center of the dampness immediately, pressing firmly against the soft, swollen reality of Isabella's need. Applying a firm pressure with her fingers, she began to grind her palm against the wetness as if to make sure Isabella felt every bit of how exposed she had become. "You're soaking," Imani whispered, a cruel, but pleased smirk ghosting across her lips. "And you weren't even trying to hide it from me, were you?"

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