Just thinking about strap queen Natasha x pillow princess Wanda x innocent reader.
Natasha fitted with the ribbed strap on that always feels too much and too little at the same time, everytime she pulls out she meticulously does it so only the very tip is left inside you, leaving you both feeling empty and squirmy.
But you can’t move, your face is buried deep against Wanda’s soaked folds, your tongue running on autopilot through the technique Natasha taught you last night. The muscle curves around Wanda’s throbbing clit in a suckling motion, occasionally dipping down to press against her needy hole.
Natasha finally pushes back inside, with no warning or grace, until she’s bottoming out to the plastic balls lined with artificial cum that she’s ready to release the moment it’s needed. Her lips brush between your shoulder blades as her hands lift you up by the waist to a kneeling position, careful not to move your head from Wanda’s crotch though. Groans escape her lips between whispered praise, “your doing s-so good babygirl” her breath hitches slightly as the base of the strap rolls perfectly against her own clit, causing her hips to rut into you.
You immediately whine at that, your fingers digging into Wanda’s thighs as you try to keep your mouths motions up. But it wasn’t until you felt Wanda’s hands on your head pushing you down that you realised you’d stopped. Her words come out through gritted teeth, both sexually frustrated and also so aroused to see her special girl falling to pieces between her own legs. “Do I have to do everything in this house? You can’t cum if mommy doesn’t” she warns as she uses your face as her personal grinding pad “tongue out, detka” she growls, when you don’t immediately react to the command Natasha’s hand connects hard with your already bruised ass.
Tears stream down your cheeks, not from pain or embarrassment, but pure pleasure, Natasha’s hand strikes you again and this time you listen, sticking your tongue out so Wanda can grind against it like she wants.
Wanda’s eyebrows knit together and her nose scrunches up every time your nose bumps against her delicate clit, eventually her lips part in a silent o shape, her thighs squeeze your face and her fingers dig into into your hair. A sudden warm gush coats your lips and chin, which you lap up mindlessly.
Wanda gives a singular nod to Natasha, who then wraps her arms around your chest to pull you into an upright position, her hips still thrusting the strap in and out of your leaking hole. Her hand circles down to your clit and rubs hard, but gentle, circles on the swollen nub. “D-daddy please!” You gasp out as Natasha’s other hand moves to roll your perked nipple between her finger and thumb. She lets out a soft hum before speaking. “Go ahead baby… come for me.” She whispers, and with that confirmation you come. Hard. Natasha moves her hand from your breast to squeeze the pump on the base of the strap on, painting your inner walls with artificial cum. One you found out tastes like strawberries. (Natasha made you eat Wanda out after she came in her a few weeks ago)
