#dva things

“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.

Dazedly, Hana nods.

“Okay… are you going to come with me?” Brigitte asks softly. When Hana turns her head to look at her with confusion, she grasps one of her hands and finally puts it on her dick just like she had been wanting to for a long time now. Even through the oversized sweater, Hana can feel the steal of her cock; her eyes widening say as much.

After a moment of apparently gathering herself, she nods slowly; maybe a bit hesitant, but they can change that, Brigitte is sure.

She glances around and when nobody pays attention, slowly slides her fingers from Hana’s snatch, tugging her panties back into place. They won’t be there for long if Brigitte has any say in the matter.

Hana’s legs are wobbly but she got Brigitte to all but carry her toward one of the base’s side entrances. She’s light as a feather, especially compared to the armor Brigitte carries around on the regular.

“Where are we going?” Hana asks softly. She is slurring like her tongue isn’t quite cooperating yet.

Brigitte can’t deny that she feels proud about how thoroughly she already fucked her. And she hasn’t even gotten to ram it inside of her until she feels like her brain is leaking out of her ears-

“Kinda wanted to go to my rooms, but…” she turns on a whim, pressing her hand against one of the dusty pads next to one of the old conference rooms. It lights up but does not do anything else for a moment until it gently beeps and the door opens with a hiss. “Fuck yeah,” Brigitte whispers, urging Hana inside with her.

“What are we doing here?” Hana asks, looking around. She seems a bit more alert now and like her body is once again listening to her. She wanders a little bit into the room, her fingers sliding over the dusty table and briefly looking at it on her fingertips before looking toward Brigitte.

She had made sure the door is nice and closed. Her cock is still aching and desperately hard but now that Hana is standing right there and looking at her, she feels the insecurity rearing its head once more. It’s been that much easier to molest her under a blanket when they were next to each other and she couldn’t clearly see her face in the darkness…

Now it feels different. But not worse, which is nice. Hana has not slapped her yet or cussed her out. In fact, her cheeks are still red, though that could be from the cool night air as well…

Brigitte, taking heart, steps closer and clears her throat before grasping Hana’s face in her hands, thumbs swiping over her warm cheeks.

“I thought… we could continue what we started outside,” she mutters.

Hana opens her mouth but not to say anything. Her tongue swipes out to moisten her lips. It’s as candy pink as Brigitte imagines her pussy to be. Fuck. She wants her so badly it hurts.

“You want to continue… this?” Hana says softly. Her hand slips under Brigitte’s comfy, oversized sweater and cups around her erection.

Brigitte inhales sharply, her hips tilting forward into the touch. She doesn’t let herself overthink it; just nods slowly while staring at Hana. “Y-Yeah. I want to fuck you. Like… really fuck you. Fuck you until I’m knocking against your womb. And then… and then put some babies into you.” She can feel herself shuddering because of her own fantasy, feeling a little nauseous with how nervous she is now that she got her nastiness right out there in the open.

Hana does not look as taken aback as Brigitte would have anticipated. She is still feeling up her erection, tracing the ridge of her glans and stepping so close that she can put her head against Brigitte’s tits.

“Can you… like… force me a little?” Hana asks softly, her voice barely audible, muffled between Brigitte’s tits. She takes her hand off the other girl’s cock and instead pushes both hands under the sweatshirt, sliding up so she can cup Brigitte’s breasts.

Brigitte does not know how to compute what she just said so she does not reply immediately. Hana, apparently taking it as hesitation on her part, peers up at her, her eyes dark and glassy and her mouth swollen looking even though Brigitte hasn’t even started kissing her yet.

“What you did outside was really, really hot,” Hana whispers. She is so close… pressing her belly against Brigitte’s dick. She’s so much shorter than her… “Like just… touching me. Without asking. That was so hot-”

Before she can finish whatever she is saying, Brigitte grabs her around the waist and all but throws her on the dusty table.

She can hear the air rushing out of Hana in a soft oof, her cheeks flushed a darker red as she stares up at Brigitte.

Is she just in it because she feels horny or does she maybe feel something for Brigitte as well?

Does it matter at this point?

Brigitte grabs her knees and spreads her legs wide; far wider than she would need, shuffling between her thighs while Hana seems to process what is happening.

“Oh… oh no,” she whispers, then clears her throat and says almost convincingly: “No! Get your hands off me…”

There’s a prickle running along Brigitte’s spine. She swallows harsh, her fingers digging into Hana’s soft thighs; probably giving her much the same bruises that Brigitte is sporting now on her own leg. She is so close now… she can rut her hips and drag the length of her trapped cock against Hana’s pudgy cunt.

“You’re mine now,” Brigitte says softly, feeling warm with arousal and embarrassment, though the latter is quickly falling off of her as she gets a good look at Hana lying there in her little pale yellow dress, looking drop-dead gorgeous while her brain constantly feeds her the info that her panties are probably see-through because she’s soaked them with her slick after Brigitte got her off on her fingers…

Hana is just a little run-of-the-mill slut when it comes down to it – and Brigitte is about to lose her damn mind over that knowledge.

She leans over her, pinning her against the table with her body, hands framing Hana’s head. As she ruts against her a little harder, just teasing the both of them with it, she croons: “I’ll let you go… once I put my babies into you. Right here.”

She reaches between them, putting her hand low on Hana’s stomach.