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You hold your scarf to your face as you watch your girlfriend browse the overt lace underwear store. The mall's air conditioning is constantly kept on the highest during the warm season, but it wasn't aiding your body's temperature in the slightest. They decided to keep the cooling atmosphere as the cold season paves its way.
And you were shivering— unlike the blonde-haired woman, though.
Her eyes sparkle with bouncing stars as she gazes at each scantily clad mannequin. Those eyes of hers gradually morph into a sulk.
You walk over to her while she places a hand on her chin, and she pulls her glistening lips into a pout. The dilemma she's experiencing is present in the form of two mannequins wearing beautiful, intricately patterned lace accompanied with every component; they wear cute, contrasting bralettes but have different appearances downstairs.
The one on the right wears a black garter harness in contrast to the baby pink bralette it harbors, and the one on the left wears pristine porcelain-colored flower-patterned hosiery held up by matching suspender garters. The bralette is the same color as the aforementioned.
You touch the one on the left. "This looks like something a wife would wear, like something to wear during her wedding."
Arashi giggles and removes her hand from her face, turning her head to look at you. "A coincidence this must be because I thought the same." She gazes back at the mannequin and sighs, a far look of admiration adoring her indigo optics.
"Such a beautiful piece of clothing. Both of these actually," she turns her head to you once more and winks a star, "they'd look wonderful on a beauty such as myself, wouldn't they?"
Her self-confidence makes you warm. She wasn't kidding when she said when one loves themselves the most, it can be the most attractive trait because she constantly adds to her beauty religiously every time she said such declarations. You understood this is a casual moment of her usual banter, but you can't help but always be raptured as you gaze at her, a gaze of pure fondness.
"You can make anything, even the ugliest fit I've ever seen, beautiful."
The blue-eyed idol giggles at the look on your face.
"You're such a cutie, you know that?"
You avert your stare and shiver, not knowing whether it's from her compliment or the cold-ass store.
Honestly, it could've been both. Because you're still shaking, cold but with a warmth slowly blossoming on your face. Arashi laughs at your reaction and slips her hand into the one at your side. They warm you, fingers coming to life at a slow pace, and completely envelop your own. Her hand is so much bigger than yours, providing you with the sensation of security as you squeeze her long, slender fingers.
Her cheery face quickly changes into worry. "Oh dear, you seriously are cold to the bone— okay, I'll make this decision quick— by getting them both."
You snap your head up. "Both sound like too much, I'll help you choose just one."
She shakes her head and pulls you closer to her, attempting to decrease your chilling temperature. Her small action does have an effect, luckily. "I couldn't decide whether to buy either or anyways, so I'm buying both. Actually," a cheeky smile grows on her parchment features, "we could have our own version of fun with these two sets."
She produces a warmth to seep throughout your body as her laughter rings in your ears.
In the end, you bought the two sets along with a heap of other clothing. The walk back to your home is grueling as an excessive weight strains your arms, but the small talk with Arashi makes the pain worth it. The glittering smile and stary-eye look she bore from collecting the clothes she loves is the best painkiller you could ask for.
Relief washes your face as you place all of the bags of clothing down in the foyer as Arashi locks the door. Sneakers fly into the air as you kick them off and place them near the entrance; the chipper woman copies your movements but in a more delicate manner.
You amble into the living room and plop onto the couch, eyes closing, and your head is thrown back as a method to cleanse yourself of the exhaustion proceeding to kick in.
"I'm gonna go try on the clothes I bought, be back in a sec, sweetie!"
You emit a soft grunt to let her know that you heard her. Her footfalls echo throughout the peaceful room as she exits the main room and progresses into another. You suddenly perk up after a couple of moments; you recall you bought some chocolate and don't want it to melt. Still tired, you have to push yourself off the comfortable seating as a way to force yourself to get up. Right as when you stand up, you hear the soft padding of Arashi's footsteps saunter in your direction.
"[Name]~."
Humming, you turn around and double-take.
She stands there grinning while wearing one of the lacey nightwear she bought. Her hands are clasp behind her back while she crosses her legs— eyes holding mischief. You remove initial eye contact to soak in her appearance briskly. Arashi altered whatever jewelry she wore previously because she currently adorns herself in pearl studs, with one gold earring, and a thick, white, plain choker. This dissimilarity between her lack of details in the jewelry and the intricately woven lace brings out the subtle beauty she holds, producing her to be even more luminous.
She resembles a wife on her wedding night, the very thing you said who that lingerie was made for.
You can't help yourself: your eyes keep their hold on the plush of her thighs.
She definitely has the toned look of someone who moved around regularly, even more so due to being an idol, but her thighs still had an appeal of softness that's hugged by the thigh highs. They were long and slender, the same appearance as other parts of her body. Out of respect, your eyes easily brush over what was hidden by the lace underwear.
But lace wasn't known for being opaque.
Your eyes drift back to her garment, and you nervously avert your stare, face proceeding to heat. The cream color of her cock peaked from the white lace, only visible in certain spots because of the flowers covering a majority of her member.
You finally stutter a reaction to what she is wearing.
"You— you look really beautiful." Your eyes find the ground. "You look gorgeous, like a— like a wife on her wedding night."
You cringe at the compliments. They were bad and a repetition of what you said before at the store. The vocabulary you had when it came to expressing her beauty was not extensive, even though your thoughts always ran wild when it came to her. Your eyes still are facing the floor of your shared apartment, you didn't exactly have the confidence to face your girlfriend after such a lackluster expression of admiration. Your ears twitch as you hear the bells of her laughter and her footsteps as she walks toward you. Though there is also another sound: the crinkle of a bag.
Is that what was behind her when she put her arms behind her back?
As you continue your pondering, her lips stretch into an empathetic, soft smile. She understood every part of your heart and your mind, so she easily understands that your compliments hide much more than what you want to express. Your eyes come into contact with her own as she gently lifts your face, her fingers effortlessly feeling feather-light as they ghost over your cheek. Her eyes ooze with sweetness as she swings the bag in her hand.
"Thank you, [Name]," your heart skips a beat, "I was hoping we could both have our own version of fun with these cute, little lingerie, hm?"
Your heart skips a beat again but due to nervousness; you have no desire to wear such a revealing outfit. A look of distress befalls your face; you furrow your brows and look away from Arashi, pursing your lips. The heavy pressure of anxiety comes into existence, and it dribbles into the atmosphere.
Arashi takes note of the change in mood, the hand that gently holds your cheek cups it as her expression morphs into concern.
"Did I make you uncomfortable, dear?"
"No! No..," but you both you and her knew damn well you were lying.
She held in a sigh. You were too good for your own good.
Your chest hurts for a brief moment as she removes her hand. You watch as she walks over to the table in front of the couch and plops the bag down— eyes respectfully staring only at her back– with no care whatsoever. Your eyes snap up to hers as she begins to speak. Her eyes were hooded, bedroom eyes, as a sultry smile grows onto her face. Unbeknownst to you, she saw the way you previously gazed at her before she turned around.
"How mean of me, y'know?" She saunters to your presently confused form. "To suggest something so mean towards my shy partner," the female arrives in front of you and slowly makes your form back into the wall behind you. "'m sorry, Sweetie." You shiver as the ghost of her breath fans your lips as the chilling wall creeps its cold touch onto your back, producing you to arch into her; you desire to not feel a contrast of ice as her body warms you. She took this as you getting her hint, in which you do, and furthers her escapade.
She lightly ghosts her fingertips on your skin and watches as your skin begins to pebble, goosebumps overtaking your stiff form. Her hand trails down your arm and grasps your waist. Your eyelashes are nearly touching with how close she is. Hot air fans your lips once more as she starts to speak.
"Don't I look pretty, [Name]?" She uses her free hand to grab one of your own and places it behind her head, an indirect beg of you to tug on her tresses— a flash of heat spills into your stomach hearing her next words.
"Come on, I'll even let you peel everything off one. by. one."
The same hand that clasped itself onto yours before trails over your lips and prods its thumb over them. She inserts her thumb into your mouth and you groan, lightly sucking on the digit. You can't remove your eyes from her hold no matter how flustered you felt, especially at the sounds you were emitting. Those habitual understanding eyes of hers' glint with warming lust as her breathing picks up, producing you to feel every inclination of her panting chest.
The taller woman hums in satisfaction at your eager sucking and pulls out her spit-coated finger. She then pushes the thumb upwards against your top lip and coos. She practically moans the words flowing out of her pink lips. "C'mon, my cutie— open this mouth of yours. Let me taste you."
You keep eye contact with her as you unhurriedly open your mouth. You buck into her sweltering form as she eagerly places her tongue onto yours, initiating an arousal-spiking open-mouth kiss. The sensation of her warm tongue dancing with your own is always a foreign feeling no matter the times you make out like this.
The hand on your face cups your cheek as she greedily swipes her tongue in every corner and nearly sucks on your own. Muffled moans ring throughout the apartment while you tug on her short, blond mane. You're rewarded with a delicious moan and grind of her hips as she closes her eyes and loudly moans against your [skin color] lips. You whimper, still situating under her hunched form.
Your body often finds itself consistently in more desperation of her whenever she makes such attractive sounds; the warmth in your stomach feels as if it was spilling out of your body as slick begins to coat your underwear. The ache of your arousal makes you whine in her mouth— it felt like wetness pools more and more between your thighs as she moans in your mouth.
The yearning became too much.
You release your hold on her soft locks and situate the hand on the back of her neck. Your fingers lightly stroke her neck and she grinds herself into you continuously. She breaks the kiss. Her lips are glistening, and her face is heated, pink around her cheeks. You both stare at one another panting. She licks her lips, and you look at her expectantly, waiting for her next move.
A squeal spouts from your bruised lips as the woman picks you up and places your legs on her hips. Your arms anxiously fly out to grab her shoulders. Arashi presses her forehead on yours, and her eyes become half-lid as she pants. And you feel her strong, towering body move with every deep breath. "Looking at you like this has got me so excited, you feel it too— don't you?"
You're surprised at what you feel rubbing against your crotch, how come you didn't feel this before?
Her cock is stiff and practically twitches with every grind of her hips, and you nearly close your eyes from the delectable sensation. The stimulation helped your needy, aching clit that devoured any provocation. Your eyes finally close and soak in the pleasure. Every drag of her hips feels so good. Your panties are soaking with your arousal as you stutter to breathe correctly. The dripping garment makes it easier for you to feel her throbbing cock on your drooling pussy. You then open your eyes, wanting to see the appearance of your discomposed lover.
Tears from the dizzying pleasure are in the corners of her eyes as she releases a pretty moan. Your heart flutters at the picture in front of you, she was just so beautiful without trying. Your nails lightly scratch the back of her neck.
"Mnng!"
She's panting even more now and your breathing picks up as she drags her leaking cock against your clothed pussy faster. You start to feel suffocated from the clothes clinging onto your body along with the heat. Her chest rubs on your own as she speaks. "Oh, it's such a pity— I wanted us to match. I wanted you to feel as much," she releases an airy moan once trapped in her throat, "a-as much love I have toward myself. Hhhng, dont worry though, honey. I'll show you everything I can give you to make you feel as I do."
She is babbling at this point but you know her words hold truth, her increase in frantic grinding is enough proof. She now fully has her body pressed up on yours, head close to your ear, and you shudder from her erratic breaths tickling your ear. You grunt and hug her body while slotting your head on her broad shoulder. Eyes fluttering from getting lost on the lightheadening high.
"Ah-Arash-shii—,"
Your voice does wonders to her body. The cute stutters ejected from your heaving mouth create a knee-buckling warmth to pool in her groin. Pre-cum drenches the front of the lace garment and streams down her thighs, wettening her thigh-highs. Arashi presses her lips on the side of your neck and trails them upwards toward your ear. The feather kisses and light suckling have your mind foggy, and this action combined with her steadfast clothed thrusts brings about pleasure-formed tears in the corners of your eyes.
It was too much, yet at the same time too little; you crave more from her.
And it was as if she understands your unsaid desire. Her hands roam under your shirt and draw patterns on your heatening skin. You whine and nuzzle your forehead into her shoulder as her fingers rake higher and onto your chest, groping your mounds. The designs she draws with her strokes cause another shudder to ring throughout your sweltering body; they are graceful and weightless. The sensation was tickling but it did not compel your body to writhe in discomfort. It feels even greater when she sneaks her lithe digits under your bra and starts more patterns on your hardening nipples.
You grunt as she rubs her thumbs in a circular motion, and you nearly choke on another noise threatening to rupture from your throat.
She then detaches one of her hands and gently tugs at your hair, kissing you and producing your heads to move in sync. You don't get a moment to see her facial expression as she's already thrusting her tongue in your mouth again, this time her tongue attempting to lodge itself in your throat. The kiss is warm, wet, and messy as teeth clash. The desperate smooch is messier than the last as saliva drips out of your mouth. You're practically drinking her essence with how hard she's dancing with you.
Her hair brushes her forehead when she quickly breaks the kiss. The blue-eyed female's chest heaves on your own as she attempts to catch her breath. "[Name]," she whines, "'m so sensitive," she pants. "And look at what you've done to me."
You greedily swallow in her appearance, and she looks more disheveled than ever. Some of her tresses are stationed on her forehead, not daring to move because of the absorption of sweat; the strap of the porcelain-colored bralette is on the verge of slipping off her cream shoulder. Her shoulders are bobbing up and down with every rise and fall of her chest as she eagerly drinks up air.
You want to see more of her disheveled form.
You detach your legs from her waist and slide down the wall, knees hitting the floor with a quiet thud. Your eyes sweep over the curve of her hips and dips on her stomach, and its glistenings with sweat.
You finally come face to face with the appendage that was hungrily jotting on your crotch a minute ago. The white lace is translucent from the pre-cum that un-shamefully leaks everywhere, a mess painted on her dick and thighs. It hugs her hardened member, and that cock of hers is shyly peeping from the corner of her underwear. Her member and lace panties are shining as her dick twitches, and you peer up through your lashes.
Her expression is bashful; she feels exposed for how horny she was being, and it's painted all over her clothed cock.
All of her is appetizing, and you dive in for your treat. You need her mouthwatering cock in your needy mouth. Your salivating, warm tongue licks on her inner thighs, and she quickly shuts her eyes at the sensation, more of her fluids leaking from her sensitive member. She tastes of her distinct, tangy flavor and saltiness, and you love it, moaning.
You feel yourself becoming hornier; your nipples feel as if they're poking through your shirt, and your hole is weeping for your hardened clit to have some sort of friction. If it can, it almost becomes more rigid from hearing Arashi whine.
But you dare not touch yourself just yet, you always place all of your concentration on Arashi during any intimate moment.
Your hot mouth latches onto her barely hidden member, and she cries out a yelp while her legs lightly shake. You purposely moan to heighten the small bits of pleasure she's receiving, and she squeals. She places the side of her face and hands on the wall, eyes threatening to roll to the back of her skull while trapping you between her legs and the wall behind you. A throaty moan escapes her drooling mouth. Her balls feel heavy and ache from your small teasing but she restrains herself from bucking. The last thing she wants is to hurt you or overwhelm you with her neediness.
You don't mind at all, of course.
You place your hands on her thigh-highs and secure yourself, also playing with the soft fabric of the clothing. Your mouth paths its way to her crying cock, and she emits another whimper. Your tongue slowly drags onto her pretty dick, and she sobs from the fantastic sensation. She feels so overwhelmed from your teasing now, borderline about to combust then and there.
Ah, but she kinda feels guilty for having you make her feel this wonderful.
She wants to separate herself from the wall to take a good look at your efforts but cannot bring herself to move. "I'm really sorry, ho-honey...," her eyes finally roll to the back of her head as you hum a question on her cock, "It wa-was, hahng, was supposed to be the other way around..."
You pull yourself away, earning a crestfallen whine, and stroke her thighs. "Mm, I couldn't care less about myself right now. Tasting you like this is the most fun, girlie."
Another squeal is heard as your track your hands upwards and on her waist, flipping her and having her back pressed against the wall. You presume it would be better for her to have more room to arch freely, but you also do this out of selfishness; you want to see the lights of the apartment striking her spellbinding face as she cums.
Arashi glances down at you expectantly and averts her eyes right when you take another glimpse. A smile dresses on your face. "What's with the shyness?" You grab a free hand and place it at the summit of your head, and she immediately cards her fingers through your hair.
"Ah, well..," you tilt your head, and her eyes soften when she initiates eye contact once more. "It's because you were getting your share, while so was I, but... now it's just me feeling good." You drum your fingers on her waist as she shakily laughs, obviously tense.
You then grab her waist and blow a puff of air on her sensitive, wet cook. She could easily feel it too— the wettened garment allowed the smallest of friction.
"Mmmnng..,"
You kiss her inner thigh and spread her legs a bit more. A smile is painted on her thigh as you watch her dick twitch. "I already told you that this is the most fun, sweetie." Your hand's ghost upwards from her legs and pulls down her cute wear. It virtually stuck on her like a second skin. She takes great pleasure in this action, the minuscule movement brushing her cock nicely. She dares not pull your hair while you slowly peel the underwear away and keeps her hand still, fingers twitching as much as her legs.
You plunge mouth first at once onto her now bare cock. Barely taking a look at how attractive and beautiful it was but in that small second, a luscious picture is portrayed. Her cock was the same color as her skin but its tip was now flushed pink, crying wetness. It stands tall, you know it's big enough for you to wrap your hand around it and still have a good amount left.
A wanton moan is drawn from pink lips as Arashi arches into the wall, head nearly knocking into the wall. "[Na-name]," she pants, "you really don't have to—,"
You respond to her with an impatient drag of your tongue on the side of her ravishing cock, digesting her savory tang you're addicted to by now. She cannot hold back at this point; her fingers grip your hair as she sobs from the delicious, exhilarating touch. A high-pitched sob frees itself from her throat as she doubles over, hand tousling your tresses, as you peck and softly suck her tip.
Okay, that was enough.
You fully sheathe half of her sensitive cock in your mouth and consume all of her dribbling essence. The woman shrieks and has tears rivering down her pink, messy face.
"Ungmf! [Na-name]," she throws her head back and can't stop herself from bucking in your mouth. You hold back the sounds of you sputtering on her dick and hollow your cheeks, opting to ease her in your throat carefully. Her cocks borderline kisses the back of your throat, and you have to breathe through your nose to help relax your throat.
You start your sucking again and hold her thighs for balance; Arashi can't keep still anymore. Lewd noises of you devouring her cock have you both heated. The wet slurping has your pussy craving for you to relieve yourself, but you still refuse yourself that toe-curling-sounding delight. You up a notch and palm at her plump sack, begging for her to unleash what's weighing them. Her mewling eggs you further, endeavoring to bob your head in an even rhythm. The adorable woman can't endure this at all— but you'll help her.
"Oh, you do this so good! Feels so good!" She babbles and bawls. Something incoherent is also heard from her trembling lips, but you guess she's just expressing her contentment. You send vibrations on her throbbing cock, and she shakes her head and cries louder.
"[Name]-[Na-name], please," she sniffles, "please slow i-it down— it's too muh-much!" Her voice cracks. You ignore her plea and use your other hand to stimulate what your mouth can't reach, fisting the throbbing cock. She never found herself cursing but oh fuck, it was too much. It was as if her eyes are permanently rolled upwards as her lashes flutter as she drools and loud whimpers chime throughout the room.
She can't help it.
"I-I can't, I can't, [Name]. O-oh, please, please— 'm gonna cum. I-I'm gonna cum everywhere, I can't, [Name]— it-it's just too much, I-I— ,"
If her vocalizing that she was about to burst isn't enough, then it's certainly enough when you feel her cock twitch even more in your mouth. Your slurping becomes louder and more frantic; you want her to release everything and dump it all down your throat. You moan at the thought of her hot spend trickling in your throat.
That was enough to push her over the edge shes constantly threatens to fall over.
Her cries pierce your ears with how loud they are, but you don't care. Her hips roll, dick shoved farther in the back of your throat, as her hand harshly tugs your hair from the overwhelming pleasure. She sobs a loud apology as you wince and grunt from both the pain and the flood of semen. She gushes, and you aren't able to savor every drop as it runs off your mouth— but you still swallow what you're delivered. The liquid oozes onto her sack that proceeds to empty its contents into your warm hole.
Her entire body is trembling as she rides out her high, pretty and glistening with her mouth slacked as bubbles of clear liquid roll down her sweaty face. Her breathing is fast-paced, and you caress her thigh. A broken mewl exits her lips as you slowly take her softening cock out off your mouth. You're then only connected to her by a thin trail of your saliva and her seed.
You don't bother disconnecting the skinny strings because you then lick up the mess that's all over her. She squeals from the overstimulation and tugs at your hair delicately, now mindful of her strength."A-ah, no more, [Name]. Too much ri-right now."
You shake your head and back away a little.
"I still wanna taste you just a bit more. Plus, I'm the one who caused this mess— I have to clean you, Arashi." Her heart flutters at the sound of her name, and she moans as she nods; you already began licking around her member once more. The bitter taste slightly bothers you, but you persist lapping every missed juice up, determined. The consistency of her cum was viscous so it did take you a moment though.
And every swipe of your tongue made a broken moan fall from her lips. She accepted the overstimulation and can only pitifully jostle as you clean her. Her eyes are sealed as she rubs a hand through your hair, petting you. A soft sigh is heard as tremors rack her body. "Mm, [Name]?"
Satisfied with your labor, you back away and look up, acknowledging her call. Arashi fondles your hair as you examine her appearance. Her chest stutters as she unevenly breathes while her nipples poke through the lace fabric of her bralette, drool paints the corner of her mouth, her face is shimmering with now drying tears and her ears are pink.
And she still stares at you, needy.
"It's not fair," she pouts with droopy eyes.
"What isn't fair?" You respond.
"I'm the one who's mainly feeling good," she bends over and grabs you by the small of your back, ushering you to stand up. The small minute of drowsiness then leaves her presently giddy eyes, gleaming with zeal, "it's your turn now, c'mon, dearie."
Her half-naked form presses a kiss to your cheek as the hand on your back positions itself to cup your waist. You exhale a pleased sigh through your nose as the hand sweetly caresses your side. Her lips don't leave your body for a moment, in fact, she starts kissing your neck again as you both amble to the bedroom. Your padded feet swipe across the floorboards smoothly as you enter the quiet room. You about-face as Arashi gently ushers you onto the bed; the edge of the bed brushes the back of your legs as you plop on the soft structure.
You inch upwards toward the middle of the bed and study the woman who crawls over your relaxed figure. She meets your lips with a fleeting kiss and backs down to your chest. Though this doesn't sit right with you for some reason.
"Arashi."
"Hmm?" She responds in a cute, honey-dripped tone.
You scrutinize her with a hard face; your eyebrows furrow as you purse your lips. She breathes in a giggle that risks falling from her lips— why are you making that funny, cute face?
"I don't..," her face drops, knowing what your next words can possibly be. Arashi shifts her body and has her face closer, only inches apart. One hand rubs your side, making heat pool in your belly again, as the other cups the side of your face.
"[Name]," [eye color] collides with sugary indigo eyes as she proceeds to speak, "my pretty lover, you deserve everything. You give so much and can't bother to see how your rejection is hypocritical." You provide a confused stare.
She giggles and strokes the side of your face. Her hand is compassionate with its strokes, thumb kissing every area it's able to reach. "Don't you see? You unconditionally provide me with such abundant amounts of love, you're so considerate, darling. Let me make you feel as I do, you already made me feel so good earlier."
She inches forward and cuddles her nose with your own, Eskimo kissing you.
"Don't reject me either, pretty girl." She purrs.
You embarrassingly close your eyes and nod. The sensation of her feather touches drift under your shirt, and you restrain your back from arching. The whispering of her fingers speak trails on your skin, and the words they speak linger, your skin begins prickling again. She lifts your shirt only a small degree and traces her nimble fingers over the stretch marks that line your stomach. You shudder, and your stomach flinches at the light touches.
A cute smile graces her lips as she positions herself to be at eye level with your stomach. A shakey breath exits your lips as she kisses your abdomen. Each peck of her affection is reluctant to leave, desiring to burn your skin with her sentiment and her fondness, and it does just that.
You feel warm all over now, and it all began at your stomach.
Her lips then kiss the [darker/lighter] lines on the side of your belly. They brush over the skin delicately, treating every individual stripe with care. You perk up at the sound of her voice and immediately become embarrassed at her next words.
"You're my pretty lover, aren't you?"
Too embarrased to form actual words, you hum as a response. She presses a long kiss on the middle of your stomach and paths downward. "You're so cute, [Name]. I love every part of you, do you know that?" You nearly nod but remember she's focused on another part of you instead.
"I... I do."
She finally looks up at you and strokes the side of your thigh.
"Would it be alright for me to continue, sweetie?"
"Ye-yes— yeah, it's alright."
You want to huff at your bland, awkward response but decide to bite back your chargin. Whenever the attention is on you, you never fail to feel as though you're doing something wrong under her stare, even though she's not judgemental. Another warm, understanding smile stretches onto her face as she nods.
You lift yourself from the bed to take off your lower garments, but the female pushes you down, hands pressing and chaining your weight to the bed. Her face morphs into a pout as she places her chin on your stomach. "Don't move. I'm supposed to be taking care of you."
"But I can take my own clothes—,"
She raises a brow and teases you. "Oh, but I'm not allowed to take my own panties—," You groan and plop your head on the pillow beneath you.
"Stop-stop, I get it... go ahead."
Arashi giggles and rubs her cheek on your lower stomach. "You're such a cutie, you know that, my [Name]?"
You place an arm over your face, warm from her teasing.
"I guess..."
A yelp is ripped from your lips as your body recoils from a wet, soft pinch on your stomach. Arashi's laughter rings throughout the bedroom. "It is not I guess, it's I know, honey."
You settle down and hum, acknowledging her small lecture. She pouts again.The blond eventually has all but your undergarments on the floor when she's done. Her slender digits soothe your trembling legs, delicately fluttering up and down. She now has her head on your pelvic bone while holding the underside of one of your thighs. "[Name]..."
"Ye-yeah?"
Her head bounces on your body as she speaks. "Can I go further? Are you fine with me wanting to do more?"
Of course you are. How could you ever reject this woman?
"Definitely," you lift your head from the pillow and glance down at the concerned eyes between your legs as your voice cracks mid-sentence, "I really a-am fine. I love that you're doing this." She smiles and lowers her face to your clothed, drenched pussy.
"I can tell that you love this too."
You huff at her incessant teasing and put your head back on the pillow. Arashi giggles again.
A moan rumbles from your throat as she presses her lips onto your covered lips. Your breathing picks up as her tongue unsheathes from her mouth and tracks a wet trail on your already-dampened underwear. You feel her pant against your crotch. Arashi closes her eyes as she moans into your pussy, her cock is leaking again and she slowly feels herself hardening— dick begging for friction as it twitches on the bedsheets. She's making a mess of both of you and her as she sucks on your hole, desiring to taste more while her excitement stains and darkens the sheets.
The stimulation of her moans and kisses on your lower half make you needier, wanting more friction as your underwear blocks most of your pleasure.The burning neediness is somehow not needed to be vocalized as you groan from her peeling off your underwear. They're discarded elsewhere as your dripping pussy leaks on the bedsheets, but not as much as Arashi's arousal.
Her hands find themselves under your one of your knees, both legs are over her shoulder as the other hand clasps the side of your waist, securing your position. She immediately licks a quick, gentle stripe over your slit and you emit a strangled moan.
The room is hot and stuffy as your entire body aches; you nearly lose control and push your aching heat into her mouth for more friction.
But she wants to take her time with you.
Your legs shake as the delightful feeling of her tongue slowly flutters on your outer labia, skin tingling with the most outstanding pleasure. The wet muscle painstakingly drifts towards your clit and laps at it lightly, providing you with the finest feeling. It's as if her tongue hovers over the hardened bud and kisses it in the sweetest way, producing you to no longer have great control over your breaths.
Her light swipes gradually become erratic, and fast-paced as her she drunkenly utters guttural moans while her cock twitches. The horny girl cannot help herself, she lowers her hips and brushes her weeping cock on the bed sheets. Her eyes almost cross from the delicious sensation, the friction felt amazing on her sensitive cock.
"Nnggh..,"
Fuck, it felt so good.
Your breathing was uneven as she continued her assault; the vibrations of her moans heightening your pleasure. Your back lifts from the bed, arching as your grip the sheets. A strong part of you wanted to be more intimate with her, but you didn't want to risk tugging on her hair so hard when you eventually come.
You really are a hypocrite.
You allow your hand to fly out and grab her bouncing tresses as she devoured your pussy. Arashi groans and closes her eyes, then places her entire mouth on your slit, hornier than ever. Your chest stutters from your prompt breaths as you lightly card your hand through her hair, she emits a louder groan as her hips beg for her to rub her twitching cock faster.Tears form in your eyes from the amount of toe-curling pleasure spreading throughout your body. You've rubbed your own clit before but it doesn't compare to this woman's eager, hungry tongue.
She's practically drinking everything that's streaming out of you; your liquids painting her mouth and dripping down her chin. She's relentless, switching back and forth from swallowing the juices leaking out of your pussy to feverishly lapping your clit, all the while as the noises of her motions resound throughout the room.
The noises are just as filthy as when you slobbered on her dick.
It felt so out of character hearing these sounds from her but you're too hazy-minded to tease her as she did you minutes prior. You tug a bit harder and this propels her to detach her clutch on your waist, snapping you out of your daze and confusing you, and plunge a swift finger in your core as she plasteredly relishes on your clit— passionate on having you come undone.
You let out a sound between a mixture of a squeal and a yelp from the sudden intrusion. The foreign sensation produces you to squirm, fingers tightening in her hair, as she finger-blasts you as fast as she's slurping your clit and dribbling mess.You groan at the slight stretch of her adding another digit.
Both fingers are now searching for that one spot that'll truly have you a shaking mess, and a long-drawn moan was all she needed to hear to validate that she found the right area. Wasting no second, she abuses that location as quickly as she can. It was your turn to have broken moans fall from yours, mixed with your faltering breaths. You're on the edge, waiting and quivering for that delicious release and she tries her hardest to make you finally come, tongue speedily kitten-licking your clit.
Your hand falls from her head and you collapse, back arching off the bed and pussy fluttering around the digits that gradually slow down their pace. Your thighs envelop her face.
"Nn-ngh... Hah, A-Arash-shi...," you've already come and she's still licking your clit but, thankfully, much slower, allowing you to nicely ride out your high.
Your legs are still quivering and she caresses the sides of your thighs, soothing your post-orgasm form. Shen then withdraws her tongue and places soft kisses on your clit; a pitched moan breaks from your lips.
Your frantic breaths have now decreased to soft puffs as you lay still, relaxing.
Arashi detaches your legs from her shoulders and crawls up your tired physique. Her hand's ghost over your figure, beautiful in her eyes along with your sweat-coated features. Her chest flutters as she watches your eyelashes flutter, and your lips shimmer as you swipe your tongue over them.You crack open an eye and immediately avert your stare, embarrassed at the mess you created on her dripping face.
Her hair is tousled, blond nearly swept and every direction but still holding a strong trace of its original form. Her pearl earrings glint, but not as much as the slick that trickles down from her mouth and neck.
Your face warms, and you want to roll over as she wipes the liquid coating her face. The only movement you can sustain is moving your head to the side, trying your hardest to mot embarrass yourself further at the sight you caused.
Arashi laughs at your flustered behavior and, obviously not known to you, hardens more at your taste when she licks your essence from her fingers. She basically edged herself when she humped the bed earlier so beads of cum river down her swollen, tender cock and onto your leg.
The warmth of liquid sliding down your leg produces you to face Arashi and look in between you. Her dick is drooling with white excitement, and you then look up at her. A sheepish expression adorns her face, her ears and cheeks pinkening.
"One more, please? You've got me riled up again, cutey-pie."
How high was her goddamn sex drive?
Her balls are yearning to dump another load, preferably inside you again but in a different location. Her cock twitches and spouts more cum at the thought of being in your rich, warm pussy. You lock your arms around her neck, pulling her down, face hovering above yours. You begin to play with her browner locks, the underside of her hair. She whines at you for ignoring her request.
You, technically, don't say no so—
She sneaks one hand under while the other holds her frame still above you and pushes your leg up, knee hiking up to the side of your chest as her hand holds the underside of it. You groan, not ready at all for another round.
But you can't ever deny her. "Go ahead, needy."
Arashi titters and sits up, hand still holding your thigh. Inching herself forwards a bit, she starts rubbing her cock on your spent, sensitive slit, tip and base slowly rocking. You suck in a hard breath and whimper, her head's movements stimulating your delicate clit. The overstimulation felt a bit too good, urging your weary form to shift away.
"Heyy," she pouts.
"Oh hush, I just came a second ago and you're still horny." You respond in an annoyed, whiney voice. Your change in pitch, an adorable pitch, makes her throb a bit harder. She humph's and grabs your other thigh, repositioning your form into the missionary.
She softly sighs and hums as she begins rocking her member on your pussy again, loving the feeling of your warm slick on her throbbing dick. Her fluids mix with your own as pleasurable shivers run down both of your spines. "[Name]," she moans. "How do you want me to do it, sweetie?"
You hum an airy question from your throat. Her pace is still the same as she chuckles and proceeds with options. "Slow? Fast? I can even be rough, if you want."
You struggle to answer, both from pleasure and from not having a preference. "I don't mm— mi-mind anything you do."
Her chest blossoms with warmth and she can't help but coo at you. "You're such a nice, pretty girl, [Name]." She drones on. "I'll do every option because I'm so needy."
You moan at her words; she continuously sings praises. "And it's all a treat for how much," she sucks in a breath and moans, "ho-how much of a good girl you've been, since you don't mind."
Your arousal drips down the base of her cock and onto the bed, you've coated her in enough of your slick. She gently nudges her head in your sopping hole and rolls her hips back and forth, a slimmer of her pulsating cock entering your pussy bit by bit. She doesn't wanna burst then and there but she feels like she's on the edge again. The combination of your inviting walls and overstimylation makes her dizzy and intoxicated, pussy-drunk.
You watch as her shoulders shake and her eyes zone into nothingness, teeth strained as saliva slowly drips down the corner of her mouth. Her eyes are fogged and hazy as they roll to the back of her head.
And she falls over the edge without volition.
Her head is thrown back, adam's apple bobbing as spurts of hot cum flood in and out of your walls. She can't feel shame at the moment, having only put half of her cock in and already cumming, because hot flashes of ecstasy torrent her senses. The sultry sensation of her rapture is an unusual but welcoming feeling, warmth filling you. You, shocked, observe as she doubles over onto you, hands on either side of your head fisting the sheets. Tears of her orgasm drop onto your face.
She chokes muttered apologies, quivering and heaving.
You wipe her face and hush her babbling, pulling her down for a kiss. That actually seemed to heighten her orgasm because she then moans rather loudly in the open-mouth smooch. She breaks the kiss quickly, eager to not be the only one who cums again. A sob leaves her lips as she forcefully pushes herself into the rest of your choking heat. It was too much but you were right about what you called her before:
Needy.
And she needs to feel your sweet pussy gripping around her, she needs to feel her aching sack empty inside you, she needs to know that you're getting your share of the amazing high too.
Even clouded with blinding pleasure, she always thinks about your well-being."'m not hu-hurting you, am I?" Dear God, she hopes not.
You wrap your arms around her and mumble a 'no', pressing your face into her neck. Her scent, musky and sweet, is intoxicating; you're starting to feel as hazy-minded as she was. There is no pain when she bottoms out, only a slight pressure and stretch that somehow feels incredibly wondrous. Your hole is hugging her tightly and it spams around her, desiring her and sucking her in more.
You pull your head from her neck and brush your nose against hers. The female reciprocates and presses a quick kiss to your lips.
"Are you okay, baby?"
"I'm fine, you can move." You press your forehead to hers and she softly hums, acknowledging your confirmation as fondness bursts in her chest from your cute gestures.
Her hand finds your clit as she softly pushes herself in and out of you. You whimper and throw your head back. The delicious feeling of her cock caressing every inch of your walls is mindblowing, and every time her cock kisses your cervix makes the sensation even more amazing. She then folds you into a mating press, and you wrap an arm around her waist and situate the other at the back of her head, tangling her tresses. She presses her lips on yours and initiates another feverish, saliva-dripping kiss.
Her pace picks up now, and the lewd echo of your private's slapping has you feeling absolutely vulgar. Her cock is hammering your cervix painfully but it effortlessly mixes with the heavenly feel of her thumb berserkly circling your clit, intensifying your pleasure. You're panting in each others mouth's, swallowing both saliva and moans as she slams her overly sensitive cock in you over and over again.
The overstimulation from her previous high has her sack tightening, and she feels more delighted knowing what's going to befall her. The only thing ringing in her mind is to fill you to the brim, leaking on her cock, and have you gushing all over her.
Oh God, it's too much.
It's too much, the delicious sensation of your precious pussy hugging her, enveloping her fully and the alluring warmth of the soft walls blended with her exciting thoughts.
A loud, muffled, resonating cry reverberates throughout the room as Arashi finally aquires the luscious high she's been itching for. Her pace doesn't falter one bit as her balls empty their contents inside of you, unrelenting as the semen overflows— staining everything within its reach. She's remarkably still pouring inside of you, cock drilling your core and making her precious cum spill out of you.
She's not stopping at all until you finally have your high too.
Saliva drips from the corners of your mouths as she breaks the kiss, a string of translucence connecting and separating the two of you. Her eyes are completely glossed over as tears of overstimulation river down her face. Her mouth is open, tongue displayed as she pants and gurgles moans loudly. The view of her looking so incredibly disorganized has heat pooling in your stomach, and your pussy fluttering around her, nearing you to an orgasm.
Your mind is muddled with too much.
From the sight of her crude face, the wet slapping of skin, the bouncing of your tits from her hard, eager thrusts, and the expert motions of her slender thumb have you a shaking, whimpering mess.
And then you spasm around her, pussy clenching around her more than ever. You both cry out from the mind-blowing sensation.
She kept on with her ministrations for a moment more and you sob, tears rolling down your face as you gush around her, squirting. Arashi herself sobs and collapses on top of you, cum flooding and painting your insides one more. You hug her again and bury your face in the crook of her neck while wrapping your legs around her, panting and twitching from the heaven-sent high just as she is.
You trail kisses down her neck and she sighs, staying still for a moment to compose herself and to relax in your heat, cock finally softening once more. You pet her hair, and she snuggles into your neck. "You must've been real pent up to nut in me that munch."
You squeal as she bites your shoulder.
She removes her head and kisses your nose. You wipe the tear stains from her face as she opens her eyes. Her eyes glimmer more than ever as she looks at you with a tender expression, stars in her eyes reflecting the content she feels. It was your turn to compliment her.
"Hi, pretty girl."
She laughs and presses a long kiss on your lips. Arashi manages to reposition your tired forms; she spoons you whilst still kissing you. After breaking the kiss, she places her head on your shoulder and kisses your neck. Her soft cock is still inside you, cockwarming you, and she doesn't have the energy to pull out.
Plus, she likes the feeling of your walls snug around her.
It was your turn to giggle as she presses quick kisses all over the side of your neck. You then place a hand over your mouth and yawn. Arashi stops peppering kisses, and her tired eyes fake a pout. Her hips rock a small rhythm, and you can't help but moan, especially from the oversensitivity. "Awwe, you're tired already, [Name]~?"
She moans in your ear and closes her eyes, placing her head on the side of yours, pulling you closer.
"Why are you so damn horny." She stops and laughs. You glance down, behind yourself, and stare at the sweat-drenched lace bralette she still wore.
"Don't you wanna take that off?"
She sleepy hums, eyes half closed and glimpses down. "Oh, I forgot it was still on."
The garment is discarded elsewhere like the other clothes on the floor. She presses her face into your shoulder once more and finally relaxes, breathing slowly. An arm of hers drapes itself over your waist on draws small patterns, lulling you to become drowsy. You break the peaceful silence.
"We," you yawn, "can place the rest of the clothes up tomorrow."
You yelp at her simultaneous bite on your shoulder and pinch on your waist. "Oh, hush. Now sleep, sweetie." She groggily mumbles and kisses your neck.