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The bathroom is cold, perfectly tying together with Gangle’s wet hair. She carefully takes out her earrings and makes quick work of removing her (albeit light) face of makeup. The woman hums to herself, wiping her skin dry as fast as she can. After this, she drops her towel, grabs her underwear and T-shirt, and throws them on hastily.
She looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes fixed on her body. You’re gonna be good, you’re gonna be—
“Gangle?” Zooble calls, making Gangle’s heart race. “You okay in there?”
Gangle hums, carefully opening the door, revealing her still dripping body. Zooble, who had been resting comfortably on Gangle’s bed, jolts up, their eyes locked on Gangle.
“Uhm… is that my shirt?” They mumble, Gangle giggles awkwardly, nodding. Zooble smiles, rushing up to her and pulling her into the bed, “Wait,” they say, pressing the woman’s body into the sheets with their free hand, using the other to rip off their shorts, revealing a set of tight red boxers underneath. They then climb back into the bed, towering over the other.
“C—Cho… uh…” Gangle mumbles.
“What?”
“Choke,” Gangle says, “I need you to choke me… I… I think.”
Zooble’s gaze darts around, surprised at the sudden progression. But they didn’t mind it. So, they carefully move their hand to Gangle’s collarbone, tracing every indent in her delicate skin, eventually working their way up to the woman’s throat. They slowly wrap their fingers around her neck, one by one, watching as Gangle’s face grows hotter and hotter, small moans coming from her body. Zooble doesn’t dare go tighter, as Gangle seemed pretty pleased, anyway.
“Yes or No?” Zooble asks, loosening their grip around her neck as they lean closer. Gangle lets out a loud gasp, trying to sputter out a response.
“Y—Yes… please,” She whispers, rubbing her thighs together as her neck is gripped tightly. She gasps for air, smiling as she’s thrown against the bed, her nails digging into Zooble’s shoulders.
Zooble pins her against the bed, Zooble hisses quietly, sinking further into Gangle’s arms , feeling their sweaty body rub against her bare stomach. Zooble stared longingly at her girlfriend’s pale neck, slightly red from the previous choking. Gangle smiles, rubbing her fingers through Zooble’s hair, and muttering, “You can.”
Zooble hums, almost diving into Gangle’s side, sinking their teeth deep into her neck, sucking her partner’s skin, they close their eyes, simply focusing on her scent. The woman moans, her body going almost limp at the action. Gangle attempts to move, opening her mouth to whisper in Zooble’s ear, but this is stalled, as it’s not long before she’s thrusted back onto the bed, Zooble letting go of her neck.
Gangle can barely breathe, rubbing her thighs together again, in a separate attempt to stimulate herself even more, while Zooble simply watches.
“Someone wants somethin’ more, hm?” They ask, chuckling when Gangle nods.
“Good.”
They slowly dip their head downwards, taking their fingers and pulling back the waistband of her underwear. Gangle was only able to let out a shaky whimper, tugging at Zooble’s shirt.
“What?”
“Please,” Gangle mutters. “Go quicker,” she pleads, but Zooble doesn’t comply, the begging only encourages them more. They pull down Gangle’s waistband gently, shushing Gangle when she begins whining again, “I’m getting there, hun,” they whisper, rubbing her thighs up and down.
Her entrance is rubbed, and where she expects a violent grab — she receives a gentle, soothing touch, a strong hand that gratifies her. She gulps, beginning to groan loudly and grabbing at Zooble’s hair when they grip her thighs. Now, their nails are dug into her calves, leaving small, red marks all over her skin, as they shift their focus to Gangle’s wet cunt. Her entrance is cold, but she keeps wanting it. It burns, just a bit, but it’s not bad . She's not sick — she pays Zooble’s arm excitedly, willing them to keep going.
That’s when they nearly thrust their mouth into Gangle’s hole, licking and taking in her almost angelic emission, they lap her vulva with their tongue. That’s when Gangle’s body locks up, her breath vanishes, her mind nearly gone as she lets out small and disorganized babblings, trying to piece together something to tell Zooble.
Zooble pulls away, wiping away some excess fluid from their mouth, locking eyes with the woman below them, “There we are, princess .”
The pet name makes her shudder, but she fights back her moaning this time, doing her best to stop her thighs from shaking… but she was doing a rather poor job. Her legs tremble, as Zooble throws their boxers off, but keeps their shirt on.
Gangle smiled, “‘M turn now?”
Zooble shakes their head, fumbling back on the bed, and they tap on Gangle’s stomach. She nods, letting Zooble pull up her shirt, exposing her pale, shaky body.
“Zooble, please.”
“ Shhh , I know, babygirl,” They say, pressing their right groin against Gangle’s, both wet, hot, and sticky. They relax their legs, letting the deepest part of their mind take control. They whisper as they kiss and bite all over Gangle’s stomach. Her face is flushed.
“Just be patient, okay?” They whisper, beginning to softly and slowly push into Gangle, their pumping getting more and more intense with each passing minute, Gangle can barely speak, taking too much pleasure in the constant friction. Her liquid coats Zooble’s groin and her legs, but she doesn’t notice, or care, too focused on Zooble’s mouth, their teeth digging into her stomach as they leave deep red marks all over her body.
“Good girl,” Zooble praises, delighting in Gangle's moans. “You’re doing such a good job, baby, such a pretty girl…”
Gangle can only whimper and moan, feeling Zooble’s hand grip her hair and guide her back. “Keep going, good job…” They mumble, her groin burning when all Gangle can do is nod, letting Zooble pull them back and forth. She relishes the pleasure, ignoring Zooble’s comment of, “What a desperate little doll, my sweet, sweet angel.”
Gangle whines, her face growing hot and her nerves and skin feeling like they were under a scalding rain. Zooble pauses their thrusts, cupping Gangle’s cheek, “Aw,” Zooble coos, tilting their head, “Does Dolly need a break?” they ask, the almost uncharacteristic comment making Gangle’s insides swell, a deep heat growing within her.
“Aw, I bet, we can always do this another time, but maybe we should take a rest for now… yeah?”
Gangle, reluctantly, nodded, her eyelids were getting pretty heavy, after all. And Zooble’s careful touch did wonders to reel her in, barely moving as they helped redress her.
She smiles, watching as Zooble fidgets with their boxers, pulling them up to their waist before they climb back into bed.
Gangle could get used to this.