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“She’s asleep already,” Dara announced as she closed her bedroom door behind her, gently so that its noise wouldn’t disturb her sister sleeping in the room next to hers. She didn’t linger at the door longer than it required her as she swiftly made her way to Lauma, her girlfriend—the word itself now being associated with Lauma made her heart flutter—who sat on the edge of her bed. Dara threw her arms around Lauma’s waist as she nuzzled into Lauma’s considerable assets, to say the least. She felt Lauma’s hand caressing the top of her head, and she let out a satisfied smile to herself.
Both of them were already kind of worked up from stealing kisses under Dara’s sister’s nose. The thrill made both of their hearts raced, and even Lauma herself was not immune to Dara practically eye-fucking her from across the dining table. Dara’s sister was telling them some silly stories of when they were younger as she washed her dishes, and who could blame Dara for stealing one kiss after another from Lauma? It surely didn’t help that Lauma looked positively amused by her sister’s stories, too.
But that was two hours ago. By now, her sister should have been fast asleep—she checked, just in case. Dara sighed and buried her face into Lauma’s soft chest. She could feel heat building up in her lower abdomen from her own teasings earlier. Her hands went up and down every nook and cranny of her girlfriend’s body. Her right hand went down, teasing Lauma’s pussy still hidden behind her underwear, while her left hand reached up to cup one of Lauma’s breasts. No words were exchanged between them, and for a moment, they both stilled. From this close of a distance, Dara could hear every breath Lauma took, and vice versa. Had the silence went on longer, Dara could have sworn she heard Lauma’s heartbeat.
“Can I?” Dara asked despite her hands already working their ways under the clothing Lauma wore. The older of the two looked back at Dara. Someone who didn’t know Lauma would probably think that she was mad at Dara, but Dara was already well-acquainted with all of Lauma’s expressions. Dara flashed a cheeky smile towards Lauma. She kneeled in front of Lauma, forcing the other to lean further back onto the mattress, while Dara leaned down to capture Lauma’s lips in a kiss.
Dara started slow, making Lauma get used to her rhythm first before she eventually coaxed Lauma’s lips open with her tongue. The boneless appendage quickly made its way inside, entangling Lauma’s own in a deep kiss. Dara eagerly swallowed any moans that would have escaped from between Lauma’s plump lips. Her hand deftly unhooked Lauma’s bra, and she guided the piece of clothing off of Lauma as she deepened their kiss at the same time. When Dara finally broke off their kiss, Lauma’s pale face had gotten delightfully flushed, from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears. Dara couldn’t resist sneaking a glance to Lauma’s irresistible tits, now with their nipples directly brushing against her top.
Dara flicked Lauma’s right nipple with her fingers, enjoying how Lauma had already gotten wet just from the minimum pleasure Dara gave. She guided Lauma to lay down, before changing her focus to Lauma’s nipples. They were already hard and no doubt rubbed against Lauma’s nightgown. Dara nearly drooled at the sight, and she didn’t waste any more time before she sucked on one of Lauma’s nipples from outside, wetting the front of Lauma’s clothing lewdly. Dara kept her hands busy too, grabbing Lauma’s other breast and starting to tug on the hard nipple.
Dara could feel Lauma moving against her, almost as if the older woman wanted to grind her pussy against her knee—which wasn’t really a bad thing, but the image of her usually so composed girlfriend trying to satisfy herself by using Dara’s knee was so irresistible. Teasing Lauma by not touching her breasts directly was fun, but Dara was starting to get impatient. The younger of the two promptly took off all of their clothes. Not a hard task, considering that the only thing between her touch and Lauma’s soft skin was just the nightgown. As soon as they were both naked, Dara immediately went straight for Lauma’s tits—again.
Dara pinched, pulled, and sucked on Lauma’s nipples as if she were thirsty, and she could hardly hold herself back from squeezing Lauma’s breast. Lauma let out a cry when Dara gently brought her nipple between her teeth, keeping the pressure in between pain and pleasure. “You’re so wet for me,” Dara whispered as she reached down, teasing the folds of Lauma’s throbbing pussy. She felt Lauma shivering as her breath hit the tips of Lauma’s ear.
Lauma threw her head back when Dara simultaneously sucked her nipple and inserted her fingers inside her pussy. Dara felt her own cunt throbbing too, as she imagined how intense the pleasure must be for Lauma, who was stimulated in two of her most sensitive spots. The wet sound of Dara sucking Lauma’s nipple shamelessly echoed in the room. Lauma didn’t manage to keep her voice in check as Dara’s finger hit her g-spot, and the older woman immediately bit her lower lip, remembering that her friend was asleep in the next room. Dara, noticing Lauma’s attempt on holding back her voice, intentionally flicked her tongue against Lauma’s nipple, jolting the other from the pleasure.
As Lauma was busy trying to keep her moans in check, Dara had the pleasure to watch as Lauma slowly but surely lost her mind from the stimulation. She could see every twitch that Lauma made when she let go of her nipples and cunt, hovering just enough that Lauma felt conscious about it, but not quite touching her either. Lauma tried to roll her hips down to meet Dara’s knee. Her pussy was a mess now, slick steadily coming out from her stretched pussy.
All while Lauma was gasping from the stimulation, Dara got herself comfortable between Lauma’s legs. She spread her girlfriend’s legs, one hand on the ankle to stabilize Lauma’s feet on her lap. Dara could almost hear her own heart beating so fast. Lauma’s pussy looked downright sinful, dripping wet with slick and throbbing with anticipation. Dara tested the water, pushing their exposed cunts against each other for a few rousing seconds. Shivers went down both of their spines at the friction. Their foreheads touched as they both tried to compose themselves. Even the slightest stimulation had Lauma whimpering, having been stimulated by Dara.
Dara placed her pussy over Lauma’s, pushing their crotches against each other, taking the pleasures for themselves. It didn’t take long for Dara to start grinding against Lauma, setting the early pace as slowly as she could manage. Lauma moaned when their clits started to rub against one another, and Dara promptly took Lauma’s lips into hers to swallow Lauma’s moans. “Ssshh, we need to be quiet, remember?” she asked while she pressed her hips even more towards Lauma, making them both groan out of pleasure. The stimulation was making Dara dizzy, and she felt as if any coherent thoughts were thrown out of the window.
Lauma’s hands gripped on Dara’s shoulders, nails leaving scratch marks on Dara’s skin as she tried to grind harder against Dara, chasing the pleasure which made her body tingle. The whimpers escaped her lips despite her attempt to stifle them. Every time Dara’s clit rubbed against hers, Dara could see goosebumps rising on Lauma’s skin. The fact that they’re doing all this with her sister in the next room added to the thrill. Dara could feel heat pooling in her lower abdomen. Lauma’s pussy felt amazing against hers, wet and warm as the older woman matched her rhythm.
The bedsheets below them were completely wet at this point with both of their bodily fluids mixed with one another, but neither Dara nor Lauma had the capacity to think about it as they lost themselves to the pleasure. “Dara—! Mmh, can you– can you kiss me again?” Lauma pleaded, her gentle eyes glimmering with unshed tears. Dara would be lying if she were to say that Lauma’s face didn’t make her feel hotter. Dara swiftly agreed to Lauma’s request. They were both more or less acting out of instinct now, grinding against each other. The sound of flesh against flesh echoed in the room.
Dara didn’t leave Lauma’s breasts unattended. Her right hand cupped Lauma’s breast, stroking the nipple and caressing the areola until Lauma was reduced to a whimpering mess. Dara broke off their kiss in favor of sucking Lauma’s other nipple, unable to resist the temptation right in front of her. She slowed down her grinding to get a good angle, before continuing her movements and sucking on Lauma’s hard nipple. Both of them were gasping and moaning at the friction. Dara firmly held Lauma’s breast, squeezing the mound and rubbing the sensitive tip of her nipple.
Their cunts pressed against each other as slick continued to steadily trickle down their thighs. Dara could feel Lauma’s warmth throbbing over her before wetness gushed from between her legs. Lauma looked embarrassed at the flood of slick coming out of her, her pale face flushed red even as she unconsciously chased Dara’s familiar contact. Both of them let themselves get lost in pleasure. The sticky bedsheets didn’t bother them—or even crossed their minds, honestly—or the fact that they were doing a poor job at concealing their moans.
The bed was creaking along as Dara got more worked up. She could only imagine how it would feel inside Lauma’s pussy. Her girlfriend made a noise of protest when Dara slowed down, whimpering as Lauma chased after the pleasure that could melt her mind. “More…” Hearing Lauma’s plea, Dara felt her heart throbbing. Combined with Lauma’s beautiful face, now looking debauched as Dara reduced her to this state, the heat between Dara’s legs just got hotter.
Lauma’s folds pressed against hers in a lustful dance, as their lips met one another and their rhythms matched. Lauma felt downright heavenly pushing against Dara, and Dara could think of nothing better than the current scene playing. Dara stifled a cry as Lauma threw her head back when the pleasure finally reached its peak. The older woman trembled at the onslaught of pleasure, and for a moment her world was reduced to nothing but Dara and their cunts pressing on one another like an obscene kiss. It didn’t take long for Dara to follow after, as she left a bite mark on the skin between Lauma’s neck and shoulders.
Their breaths mingled for a few beats. No one said anything, their minds still hazy from the earlier pleasure. Dara wrapped her arms around Lauma’s waist, mindful of the other’s exposed and sensitive pussy as she pressed herself against her girlfriend. She nuzzled Lauma’s soft breasts, making noises of contentment. “We need to clean up,” Lauma said after Dara gave no hint of moving. The younger woman whined, burying her face between Lauma’s tits—ignoring the surprised gasp Lauma let out.
“Mmm, I don’t feel like moving?” Dara replied, her tone hinting at amusement while she tightened her embrace. Above her, Lauma sighed.
“We can shower together after,” Lauma offered. She patted Dara’s head while hoping that the other could not hear her heart beating loudly in its cage. Her whole body tingled with oversensitivity, yet she didn’t move away from Dara’s touch. Her hands were still trembling slightly.
“Promise?” Dara asked with a smile on her face that Lauma knew meant trouble, but Lauma could only sigh with fondness. She pulled herself out of Dara’s embrace as she tried to coax her younger girlfriend out of bed.
“I promise,” Lauma answered. “Now, come on, I feel sticky all over.” She extended her hand as she climbed out of bed, and Dara was more than happy to take the offer.