Love your writing a lot 🌹🌹 could you do a GP Donna having her first time with Bela? Lots of smut and Intimacy🙏😖🥺
Awhhh, how sweet! We love sum sweet first times! :)🙌
Let’s get into it!
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In the dimly lit, warm room, it feels like Bela is the only thing that could possibly matter to Donna. Kneeling on the bed in front of her, rid of her dark clothing and left only in her choker necklace and black panties, the sight alone has the dollmaker almost tremble. Left in only her underwear, her reaction to Bela’s presence and body is painfully obvious in the form of the large outline at her boxers.
She groans as the woman leans forward, curious, but still a little more confident than her. Neither of them quite know what they’re doing yet, but are both driven by curiosity and the love and desire they hold for one another.
Donna gasps as the younger woman reaches for her, her fingers gently brushing over the bulge in her underwear. The Lord groans as Bela squeezes softly, her touch unusually warm.
She shivers at the woman’s touch, leaning right into it. Deep within her, she feels the urge to push forwards, to feel her girlfriend’s lips and hands on her directly. Despite living quite isolated, she isn’t foolish, isn’t oblivious to how sex works and how good certain things can feel. With her dolls scattered around her domain and the village, acting as little spies, she’s picked up more than one might think, has even stroked her own cock countless times to thoughts of doing certain things with another.
Now, there’s Bela, right there with her, looking so very enticing and effortlessly seductive.
Feeling a little too flustered to ask, however, the dollmaker can only try to ignore the ache in her balls and her throbbing cock at the thought of what Bela’s mouth might feel like around her cock.
Would it be warm? Wet?
She gulps, trying to shake away those thoughts. Despite her desires, she genuinely loves Bela, after all. She would never want to scare or disgust her away and…well, she can’t help but think this must be somewhat new to the younger woman, too. After all, Alcina Dimitrescu’s distaste for men is not exactly unheard of, and the doll maker doubts Bela has ever even been close to touching, much less sucking cock before.
She smiles down at the woman, then, trying overly hard to keep her eyes set by Bela’s face. Still, in the corner of her eyes she sees her breasts, round, perfect, her pale skin on display for her. She gasps when her bulge is squeezed again and Bela laughs at her concentrated expression.
“You can look, dragă”, she coos, giggling when Donna finally stops her game of play pretend and fully looks down. What she isn’t prepared for, though, is how the dollmaker kneels down immediately, her hands set on Bela’s hips, drawing her near.
She blushes as her chest is inspected properly, Donna’s dark eye flickering from one side to the other, from her round, shapely boobs to her perky, pink nipples that stand hardened already, hard almost like her girlfriend’s yet concealed cock.
“Are you okay?”, Bela whispers, a small smile visible on her lips as she checks in with her lover. Donna feels lightheaded, her love for the woman almost overwhelming. She nods quickly, her fingertips twitching with the desire to remove the last layer of Bela’s clothing as though to unwrap a Christmas present.
And who is the blonde to deny her? She laughs, sensing her lover’s desire, and leans back, lifting her hips and smiling at the dollmaker.
Almost greedily, strong fingers move forwards to tug at the black panties, and Donna groans at the ache between her legs when, at last, the panties come off and she manages to get a glimpse at her lover’s pink pussy. Wetness drools from Bela already, her desire clear as day.
Donna gasps when she feels her lover’s nails drag against her underwear, gently tugging her on top of her.
With her arms on either side of Bela’s hair and her chest pressed up against Bela’s slightly smaller one, Donna is left feeling lightheaded and hornier than ever before once again.
“May I, my love?”, Bela whispers, her fingers curling and nails lightly digging into Donna’s black boxers and bra. When the woman nods quickly, she tears through them effortlessly, gasping when the woman’s heavy cock slaps against her thigh.
She feels a blush rise to her cheeks at the sensation of it, the phallus shape and thick veins so very different from the fingers, lips and tongues she’s used to.
Donna groans as she’s freed at last, her balls aching. She arches her back a little, but quickly straightens up again when the action causes her to rub her cock along her lover’s thigh and, embarrassingly, for precum to smear against Bela’s porcelain skin already.
Then, the woman’s legs wrap around her, trapping her in place, and she moans as she’s tugged up by her bra and her lips meet the ones of the blonde at last.
“Mmhmm, fiore”, she whispers, her voice low and husky. It’s still somewhat rare she talks, rather than communicates through the cadou, pollen or her dolls, but the effect on Bela is instantaneous.
The sweet thing moans and blushes a hot pink, her cheeks warm to the touch, her chest rising and falling a little faster, her back arching just enough for her to rub her thigh against Donna.
Unable to resist, she boldly moves her head down, her tongue dragging past dry, bitten lips to lick at the smooth skin of Bela’s neck. Again, this has the blonde moan and gasp, her legs wrapping a tad bit tighter around her lover.
Briefly, Donna’s overly aware of how the action now has her cock rest right by Bela’s inner thigh, to close to her soaking wet pussy, so close to where they both need it.
Lost in the sound of Bela’s moans and the taste of her flesh, the feel of her shivers and hard nipples against her own, she doesn’t quite notice the pollen visibly drawing from the nearby plants, slowly rising in the room.
And Bela, with her eyes closed and body arched into the one of her lover, is none the wiser, gasping and moaning, her arms at her side, her sharp nails tearing at the sheets. As much as she desperately wants to hold onto Donna, she would never want to make her beautiful, pale skin tear and bleed for her. Not unless her lover allows it, that is.
She merely notices when her body begins to feel a little too heavy, a little too grounded, her swarm slowly becoming unreachable, her head a little too light.
“D-Donna…”, she moans, her hand gently shaking at the woman’s shoulder. Immediately, she raises her head, her dark eye widening a little and her cheeks heating up wildly as she sees the pollen- some of it meant to confuse, other, to her utter embarrassment, almost an aphrodisiac.
She draws it back quickly, forcing it back forwards the planets and away from her lover. Her warm cheek is cupped, and as her lips part and she’s about to apologize frantically, she’s pulled down, her lips pushing against softer, a little fuller ones.
“You’re perfect”, Bela reassures, her voice soft, her body perhaps even more so.
She giggles as another kiss is pressed to her lips. Against her thigh, she feels Donna’s twitching, drooling cock, some of the precum dripping against her pale skin and smearing back against her tip.
“Are you ready?”, she whispers, gently holding onto her lover’s shoulders. She takes care to keep her nails laid on top of the skin, not against it, hoping she might just be able to hold back from clawing at the woman like this.
“More than”, the dollmaker whispers back, a shiver running up and down her spine. The anticipation, she feels, will surely kill her, and when both women reach down to cup her cock, she feels almost, almost overly sensitive and ready to cum.
Hoping to spare herself the embarrassment she chases the feeling away, merely groaning and gasping against her lover’s neck instead.
Her tip is the first part to push inside, to spread the tight woman open, to let Donna experience her warm insides. With Bela’s pussy soaking wet and leaning slick juices, there’s little need for extra need after sliding herself against it for a few times, after all.
She gasps when she feels the wet, warm walls around her, biting down on her lip to resist the feral urge to push herself wholly inside. While Bela is taking her better than expected, she still doesn’t want to cause her discomfort, not like this, never like this.
She cups her cheeks gently, her fingertip stroking along her cheek gently, as though assure her she’s here, and to give her a sense of control.
“M-More…”, she moans, then, her golden eyes shut, her back arched, her legs spreading a little to make more room for the dollmaker.
How could she refuse, let alone hold back?
Moving slowly still, she pushes herself in at last, thrusting slowly and gently, just enough to help ease herself inside inch by inch. Below her, Bela moans and gasps, her walls tight around her, her fingers laid on top her shoulders. She feels far too close already and once again bites the feeling back, forcing herself to focus on her lover instead.
But still, at the back of her mind, she can’t help but wonder; will Bela let her cum inside? So far as she knows, she’s infertile, after all. And even if she wasn’t, the doll maker’s sure her sperm can’t impregnate her.
Shaking her head as though to rid herself of these thoughts, she presses another kiss to Bela’s neck, smirking to herself when she sees light marks appear already. Sure, they’re likely to heal the moment she steps out of Donna’s domain and her body regenerates properly again, but for the time being, she’s content to see the purple marks stand out against pale, porcelain skin.
She groans lowly, gasping when her lover pushes on her shoulders and back, as though to urge her to keep going.
Then, she speaks, verbal permission, and it’s all she needs to thrust her hips. She starts out at a somewhat quick, but gentle pace, hoping that it might just prevent her from cumming far, far too fast for her liking. While she thought she built up some kind of endurance over time, it all seems to matter none when she’s inside Bela’s fight pussy. She’s warm and wet, spongy walls gripping her tight and clenching around her every few seconds.
It’s heaven.
It’s temptation.
Temptation, which she easily gives into.
She thrusts a little faster, grabbing onto smooth, soft hips and tugging her lover to her. Beneath them and beneath their moans and gasps, she hears the sound of her cock thrusting into Bela’s wet pussy, the wet squirts and slapping noises, her aching balls flush against her wetness, a line of slick connecting them to her for a brief millisecond each time she pulls away.
“Iubirea mea…please…”, she moans, her voice light, her nipples rock hard against Donna’s. She’s tight, so very close already and warm. Donna’s head spins, seeing her lover in such a state. It somewhat comforts her, seeing not only she struggles with cumming too early.
Donna giggles as she leans up, desperate to feel her lips against her own, softer ones. “I need…”, Bela gasps, once again leaning up for a kiss.
“Oh, mia signora, riceverai più di un bacio”, she coos, then, as her cheeks heat up again a little bit, can’t help but plead; “May I, my flower?”
A simple question, a vague one, but her lover understands perfectly. She nods, moaning out her answer: “Da, iubirea mea. Te rog...am...am nevoie, te rog”, she pleads, whines, gasps adorably beneath her.
How could she deny her?
Still, she waits, thrusting a little faster, a little more desperate.
She feels just how close she is, how close the woman below her is. Briefly, sharp nails dig into her before they move again and the woman raises her hands instead, fisting and tearing at the sheets instead.
And as she keeps thrusting, keeps rolling her hips and keeps sucking at her lover’s neck, she suddenly groans, gasping adorably and in surprise when Bela cums and her pussy clenches around her.
She thought, her hand could be tight, whenever she jerked herself off in secret.
But this?
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, it feels like, and her back arches as she cums. It almost feels like being milked, like Bela’s wet pussy is clenching and squeezing her cock in the most perfect of ways.
She shivers and moans, cursing lowly beneath her breath. Almost, she can’t hold herself up anymore, instead moving to lay down on the blonde beneath her.
She giggles, hears Bela’s giggles in return as warm, thick cum is shot inside of her, warming her up further.
She grins, happy, loving, eager.
She likes this.
