VICTORY

by Anonymous

Summary:

With the end of the Olympics, Alysa Liu was thrown into the whirlwind of public life. Between interviews and honorary invitations, there was never any time left to spend with her girlfriend. So, forgive Alysa for being excited about Stars on Ice… but it seems she underestimated Amber’s love for Magic: The Gathering.

Alysa didn’t consider herself a clingy person. She believed she could be reasonable—a perfectly balanced girlfriend who could handle herself when Amber’s attention was devoted to her Magic games. Okay… maybe Alysa hated it, but it wasn’t really her fault, alright? After all the chaos of the Olympics, the interviews, events, and the World Championships in Prague (which she didn’t attend, but Amber did), you couldn’t really blame Alysa for being excited about the time she’d finally get to spend with her girlfriend during Stars on Ice.

Alysa knew Magic cards were important to Amber (even if Alysa couldn’t understand a single thing about that game). Her girlfriend was the most beautiful, incredible nerd in the world. When she started talking about it, her eyes would light up, and the joy in her voice was contagious. Alysa respected Amber’s hobby. Seriously! She really did, because it would be hypocritical of her not to understand how good it felt to disconnect from real life and focus all your attention on a game (Fortnite was an essential part of Alysa’s life, after all).

But the truth was, Alysa might have been starting to hate Magic. Especially after she found out that, besides the card game, there was also that damn Magic: The Gathering Arena, an online version.

When Alysa knocked on the door of the hotel room Amber was staying in Osaka (the fact that they weren’t even sharing a room also annoyed her), she thought her girlfriend would be beyond happy to spend as much time as possible with her.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t what happened.

Because when Amber was playing, she simply forgot everything around her.

Alysa was sprawled across the bed, her eyes drifting between the ceiling and the back of Amber’s neck as she sat at the corner desk, completely focused on her laptop. She’d been like that for almost two hours. The most attention Alysa had gotten was thirty minutes ago, when she sighed loudly and Amber, without even looking away from the match, blindly reached out, gently squeezed her thigh, and murmured, “Just one more game, babe. I promise.”

That had been three rounds ago. Now Amber was still sitting there, her headset snug over her ears as she talked to her friend from Texas over Discord. “Damn! Nice play, that asshole’s got a great deck.” That was just how Amber was—even while competing, she always recognized her opponent’s skill.

Alysa rolled her eyes. The worst part was that when Amber was playing, her voice changed—lower, more commanding. The kind of tone that made Alysa’s stomach twist. Alysa buried her face in the pillow and groaned. She had options. She could scroll through her phone, watch Netflix, go over to Isabeau’s or Ilia’s room. She could even take a nap. Literally, she could do anything while Amber was busy.

But no. Alysa preferred to sulk. Honestly? Go ahead and call her spoiled.

It wasn’t just about being ignored (Alysa had ignored plenty of people while playing Fortnite). It was mostly about how insanely attractive Amber looked when she was focused on something. That wasn’t fair!

The room was dimly lit, except for the soft glow of the laptop, illuminating Amber like some kind of goddess sent straight from heaven to ruin Alysa’s sanity. Her brows were furrowed, a small crease forming between them. Completely focused, working out the best strategy to win that match.

Alysa felt an overwhelming urge to just… kiss Amber. Don’t ask why. Her brain wasn’t working properly. When Amber’s tongue briefly came out to wet her lower lip, Alysa swore she saw her whole life flash before her eyes. Then Amber bit her lip, and Alysa’s soul practically ascended straight to the heavens of lust.

Her loose black shirt had slipped off one shoulder, revealing the strong line of her collarbone. A drop of sweat slid down the back of her neck, disappearing beneath the fabric. Her hands—don’t even get Alysa started on those hands. Long fingers, visible veins, beautiful, gripping the mouse. Alysa wanted those hands on her hips, in her hair, around her throat. She wanted them curled inside her.

She shifted on the bed, annoyed at herself, at Amber, and at the universe for making her girlfriend so damn hot.

Amber, completely oblivious to the devastating state Alysa was in, clicked the mouse harder.

“I have to win this match or I’ll drop rank,” Amber growled into the call. “Focus on your own game, you noob.”

“I know which cards to play… shut up, Lisa!”

Alysa sat up, hugging the pillow her girlfriend slept on. This was getting ridiculous.

“Amberrr,” Alysa tried softly. No response. “Amber,” she said louder.

“Just a minute, babe.”

That was the fourth “just a minute.” Something ugly started growing in her chest. Alysa wanted Amber’s attention. And she wanted it now.

She got up from the bed and walked over to the desk, grabbed the half-finished iced coffee, and took a big sip. Nothing. Amber didn’t even look at her.

Fine. If that’s how it was going to be. Alysa went back to the bed and flopped down again, arms spread wide. She even let out a soft, pitiful moan. At that moment, she heard the chair creak and thought she’d finally won—only to see her girlfriend leaning closer to the laptop.

“Shit! I’m running out of options!”

Alysa decided she’d reached her limit. She deserved attention. She deserved affection. She deserved everything. If she couldn’t get it the easy way, she’d get it the hard way.

She moved silently toward the desk. Amber was so focused she didn’t even notice—not even when Alysa stopped right beside her, staring. God, this wasn’t fair. It should be a crime for someone to be that beautiful, that attractive. Alysa wanted to kiss, bite, squeeze Amber—but now she was annoyed, and she wanted payback.

So Alysa swung a leg over Amber’s lap and sat down on her girlfriend. She was wearing a short skirt, her thighs pressing against Amber’s sweatpants. That finally got her attention.

Amber flinched like she’d been shocked.

“Babe, what—”

Alysa smirked, her arms loosely wrapping around Amber’s neck.

“You said you’d be done soon,” she whispered sweetly. Amber’s grip tightened on the mouse.

“I will, baby. I just need to make this play… hang on.” She tried to focus on the screen instead of Alysa’s adorable, smiling face.

But then Alysa rolled her hips, slow and teasing. Her pelvis brushed against the growing bulge between Amber’s legs. Amber’s mouth fell open, but no sound came out. “Your mic’s on, right? Your friend can hear?” Alysa asked mischievously.

Amber’s whole body flushed red. “Yeah,” she murmured. “J-just wait a second.”

Alysa wasn’t going to wait.

Her hips moved again, slower this time. She pressed her body against Amber, her lips brushing lightly over her cheek while her eyes lingered on the sight of Amber clenching her jaw. “Are you getting turned on by this? You’re such a freak.”

Amber let out a low sound. “Shut up.”

Her hands trembled, her voice stuttering as she tried to speak into the mic. “It’s nothing, Lisa. Damn… I don’t have the right deck.”

Alysa’s hand slipped beneath the hem of Amber’s shirt, lightly grazing her skin. Her nails scratched softly over Amber’s toned abdomen as she ground her hips harder against her.

“Fuck!” Amber groaned. “Not talking to you. I hit my leg on the desk.”

“Great excuse,” Alysa whispered in her ear.

Amber gripped Alysa’s thigh tightly. Damn it, Alysa was just getting started. She rolled her hips again, slow and deliberate, over the heat building in Amber’s lap. It wasn’t subtle anymore. The friction was direct now, her thin underwear already damp, and Amber’s cock thickening beneath her sweatpants, growing harder with every movement. It twitched against her, and Alysa felt it.

Amber definitely felt it too, because she let out a low groan, like she was dying inside, biting her lip to keep quiet. As if that would help. As if she wasn’t rock hard under her girlfriend while the mic was still on. It wasn’t fair. People shouldn’t be that attractive, that charming.

But Amber didn’t push Alysa off her lap. She just stayed there, trying to focus on the match that still mattered for her ranking.

“I don’t know, Lisa, play a instant card! I’ve already got enough problems over here.”

“You’re still talking to her?” Alysa whispered, her voice low and dangerously sweet. “Still ignoring me?”

Amber’s strong shoulders tensed. Alysa leaned closer to her ear, nipping at it lightly as she whispered,

“You’re turned on and you’re still playing this stupid game?” Amber groaned—a low, involuntary sound that was honestly a little pathetic.

Cute. Very cute.

If Alysa hadn’t been ignored for the past two hours, maybe she would’ve been gentler. She had been patient, really. But patience has limits, and hers had run out a while ago.

Alysa didn’t bother waiting for an answer. She reached out, grabbed the damn headset (which she had given Amber as a gift), and slid it off her ears, setting it down on the desk behind her.

“A-Alysa—” Amber started. Too late. Alysa’s lips were already pressed against hers.

The kiss hit like wildfire—hot, hungry, almost angry, like Alysa wanted to devour her. Amber gasped against her, shuddering in the chair. Her right hand twitched as if she could still keep playing.

“You’re ignoring me,” Alysa whispered against her lips, trembling with frustration and need. “Why are you ignoring me?”

“I…” Amber tried.

“Pay attention to me,” Alysa whispered, grinding harder in her lap. “Not that game. Me.” Her lips trailed down from Amber’s chin to her pale neck, leaving damp, possessive marks across her lightly flushed skin. With every kiss, Amber’s hips jerked upward involuntarily, her cock now fully hard, pressing against the seam of her sweatpants, begging for release.

Alysa rocked her hips lazily, savoring every second of Amber unraveling beneath her. “You’re sweating,” she murmured. “Your cheeks are flushed…”

“Alysa… babe,” Amber’s voice broke.

“You look adorable when you’re focused,” Alysa purred, rolling her hips in a slow circle. “Still holding onto the mouse like you’re going to finish this match.” She leaned in and gently bit Amber’s earlobe.

“You’re not finishing anything but me tonight.” Amber groaned, and her hand finally left the mouse. They went straight to Alysa’s waist. The warmth of her skin under her fingers, the curve of her hips fitting perfectly in her hands. Her breathing was uneven. The Magic match had been completely abandoned. Amber looked up at Alysa, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Her voice was low and shaky.

“Why… why are you like this today, huh?”

Alysa didn’t answer.

She just stayed there, still in Amber’s lap, her hands resting lightly on her shoulders, her thighs spread comfortably around her. Her expression shifted—the teasing smile gone. She just stared at Amber, brows slightly furrowed. Amber swallowed hard. Am I in trouble? Her hands moved without thinking, tracing the soft curve of Alysa’s waist.

When her fingers slipped beneath the hem of Alysa’s tank top, she nearly lost control. God, her skin. It was too much. Warm, soft, impossibly smooth. Her fingertips brushed along the curve of Alysa’s back.

“You usually let me play,” Amber whispered, staring into the most beautiful brown eyes she’d ever seen. “You never mind…”

Alysa held her gaze, her eyes simmering with something hot and impatient. Her voice came out low, but sharp. “It’s been two hours.”

Wait. Two hours? There’s no way it’s been that long… oh God, maybe it has… Before she could even form a defense, Alysa leaned in, her lips brushing Amber’s cheek, her voice soft but edged with accusation. “You said thirty minutes. You said you’d be done soon.”

“I meant to… I didn’t realize…”

“Two. Hours.” Alysa’s voice was firmer now. “I waited. I didn’t even say anything the first time, or the second. Then you said ‘one more game’… and another… and another.” She shifted in Amber’s lap, pressing down just once—enough for Amber to feel exactly how upset she was.

Amber’s cock throbbed hard inside her sweatpants. “You’re so fucking hard right now,” Alysa whispered. “So don’t ask me why I’m needy.”

“We haven’t really seen each other in so long, and you’d rather play this stupid game than be with me?”

Amber tilted her head back, her throat bobbing, her neck flushing deeply as she tried—and failed—to steady her breathing. “I just wanted you to give me attention. We’ve been apart for so long,” Alysa added, softer now, like she was actually a little hurt beneath all the teasing. “But you’d rather play this stupid little game.”

“I don’t prefer it,” Amber said weakly. “I just… I didn’t know…”

Alysa leaned back slightly, her thighs still firmly pressed around Amber’s hips. Her voice turned steadier. “Well, now you do.”

Amber’s eyes met hers again. Her cock throbbed painfully beneath Alysa, and she clenched her teeth, fighting a losing battle not to grind upward like a desperate animal. Her hands slid higher beneath the thin fabric of Alysa’s tank top, stopping just under her chest. Her thumbs brushed the soft skin beneath her breasts, and she almost groaned at the warmth, the perfection of it. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, princess,” Amber whispered.

“But you did.”

Yeah… she’d really screwed up this time.

“I just thought…” Amber’s throat tightened as she swallowed, trying to find the right words. “…I thought you were okay with it.”

Alysa finally looked at her. Her pupils were blown wide, her lips red and swollen from kissing, every line of her body humming with frustration and desire. And when she finally spoke, her voice was low.

“I’m not.” Simple. Direct. But heavy enough to hit Amber square in the chest.

Amber stared at her, guilt rising fast. Her hands, which had been sliding under Alysa’s tank top in hopes of smoothing things over with a few well-placed touches, froze completely. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, brow furrowing. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

Alysa didn’t answer right away. She just looked at her with those big blue eyes, full of disappointment. “You say that,” she murmured. “But you still chose your game over me.”

Amber’s throat tightened. Oh no… no, no. “No, I didn’t choose it,” she said quickly. “I just… got carried away. You know how it is, playing for rank. I didn’t realize how long I’d been playing. I didn’t mean to push you away.”

Alysa’s gaze dropped, her lips still pouting.

Amber’s stomach twisted. “I didn’t want to,” she whispered again. “I swear, babe.”

She leaned in and kissed her. Soft at first—just a light brush of lips against Alysa’s full mouth, like she was trying to manually shift her girlfriend’s mood with her own. Then again. Slow, careful kisses that practically begged for forgiveness. Her hands moved again, slower now, more reverent, sliding higher beneath the tank top. Her fingertips brushed the warm curve of Alysa’s breasts.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered between kisses. “I’m really sorry.”

And to her endless relief, Alysa didn’t stop her. She let herself be kissed, her mouth opening slowly so Amber could deepen it, her chest rising and falling as Amber’s hands finally cupped her breasts—warm, full, soft. Amber sighed into her mouth, thumbs gently brushing over her nipples, circling slowly through the fabric of her bra. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” she murmured.

“I didn’t want to ignore you.” Her thumbs pressed a little firmer now, massaging gently. Alysa caught her breath, a soft sigh slipping out and hitting Amber like a rush of dopamine. “I’m here now,” Amber assured her. “I promise.” Another kiss. Another soft apology. Her fingers tightened around Alysa’s breast, squeezing slowly as her lips trailed from her mouth to her chin, then lower, whispering against her skin like a prayer. “I’m sorry. I really am,” she said. “You matter more than anything.”

Alysa’s breathing turned shallow, her hands lifting to tangle in Amber’s blonde hair. Her pout hadn’t fully disappeared, but her body was already betraying her—softening, melting under Amber’s touch. Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric, her thighs tightening instinctively around Amber’s waist.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Amber whispered. “Okay?”

Another kiss. Another slow movement of her thumbs.

“I promise,” she added, softer now, almost shy.

Alysa didn’t say anything at first. She just looked at her girlfriend, cheeks flushed, breathing uneven from all the kisses and quiet apologies that had just washed over her. Her thighs tightened again around Amber’s hips, pressing her slightly.

Not enough to give in completely. Just enough to remind Amber who was in control.

Amber looked up at her, hands still gently working over her breasts through the fabric. “Can I take this off?” she asked quietly, tugging at the tank top. “Please?”

Alysa lifted her arms without a word.

Amber slid the tank top up slowly, carefully, until it passed over Alysa’s head and was tossed aside. Her bra was simple, soft, just tight enough to lightly accentuate her chest. Amber stared, lips parted, before reaching behind her with steady fingers to unhook it.

The straps slipped off her shoulders, and Alysa was bare from the waist up, her skin glowing in the dim light. Her chest rose and fell, her nipples already tight from the cool air, and Amber just… stared.

She swallowed. Her hands moved up again, and this time, skin to skin, she fully cupped Alysa’s breasts. Her palms were warm, molding perfectly as she massaged them slowly.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to ignore you. I didn’t…”

Alysa held her breath, her eyes fluttering shut as Amber’s thumbs brushed her nipples, tracing soft circles. She was so gentle, like she was afraid of being too rough after upsetting her. Her mouth pressed soft kisses to Alysa’s collarbone, then lower, grazing her skin while her hands kept moving.

“I’m sorry,” Amber whispered again against her chest, just before pressing a kiss to the curve of her breast. “I really am.”

Her lips closed gently around one nipple, sucking softly.

Alysa let out a breathy gasp, her fingers sliding through Amber’s hair.

“You always apologize like this,” she murmured, watching Amber’s mouth move over her skin.

Amber looked up, her mouth still wrapped around the nipple, her eyes dark with want.

Then she pulled back with a soft, wet sound and said, “Then let me keep going.”

She sucked again, slower this time. Her tongue brushed softly over the nipple while her free hand kneaded the other breast in a steady rhythm. Alysa’s head tipped back slightly, a soft moan slipping out before she could stop it. Her thighs trembled—just a little.

Enough for Amber to notice.

“You like it when I touch you like this?” Amber murmured, switching sides, kissing and taking the other nipple into her mouth. “Even when you’re mad at me?”

Alysa didn’t answer. But her hips pushed forward again, more insistently this time—and that was all the answer Amber needed.

So she kept going.

Her mouth moved over Alysa’s chest like she was worshipping every inch. She sucked slowly, her tongue circling the stiff nipples, drawing soft sighs from Alysa with every pull. Her hands were just as eager, massaging both breasts like she couldn’t choose between them. Her fingers spread wide, thumbs brushing the sensitive peaks until Alysa’s thighs trembled again in her lap.

The more she touched her, the softer Alysa became.

“I can’t believe I was wasting my time…” Amber murmured against her skin, her voice thick with sleepy admiration. She kissed beneath Alysa’s breast, eyes drifting shut. “When I could’ve had all this.”

Alysa’s eyes narrowed. Her fingers stilled in Amber’s hair.

Amber didn’t notice. “You’re so fucking hot,” she murmured. “So perfect. I should’ve dropped everything for you—”

That’s when Alysa grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Not harsh, but firm enough to cut her off mid-sentence.

“What—” Amber looked up at her, lips glossy, confused.

“Stop,” Alysa said.

Amber blinked, stunned. “I… did I do something…?”

“Tonight, I’m in control.”

Amber’s mouth opened, then closed again. For once, she had no words.

Alysa straightened in her lap, lifting her skirt as she spoke, her voice dropping lower.

“You get all soft and sweet, acting like I’m fragile just because I let you.” Her hands slid down, fingers hooking into the waistband of her underwear. “But I’m not.”

Amber just sat there, stunned.

The underwear slid down her thighs, past her knees. Alysa tossed it somewhere behind the chair without even looking. Then she settled back down.

Now bare, wet against Amber’s lap, pressing that heat directly over the aching length beneath the sweatpants. She leaned back slowly until her spine met the edge of the desk.

The screen still glowed uselessly behind her.

But Amber couldn’t care less about the game anymore.

All her focus was on Alysa.

Alysa leaned back, knees spread shamelessly, skirt bunched at her waist. Her core glistened in the low light—wet, swollen, dripping, practically begging to be touched.

Every inch of her exposed. Wet. Just for Amber.

Amber stared, stunned. Her cock throbbed hard against her sweatpants.

“Look at me,” Alysa whispered, tilting her head, her voice both sweet and firm. “You ignored me for two hours.”

Amber could barely speak. “Fuck…”

“And this is what you missed.”

Amber’s breathing was ragged. Her hands trembled where they hovered.

Instinctively reaching—trying to touch her, grab her, feel that damp heat between Alysa’s thighs. But the moment her fingers moved forward, Alysa locked eyes with her.

“No.”

Amber froze, her hand suspended midair.

“You wanted to play Magic, didn’t you?” Alysa said quietly. “Then go ahead. Play.”

She leaned back even further, bracing herself on her arms at the edge of the desk, her knees spread wide. Her core glistened in the light, her lips wet, flushed, and needy.

Amber was practically shaking just looking at her.

Then Alysa said, trailing her fingers down her stomach, “You don’t get to touch me.”

“Alysa—”

“No,” she said again, cutting her off with a single look. “You ignored me. So now you watch.”

Then her fingers slipped between her thighs—teasing at first, light touches along her folds. She sighed when her fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles until her back arched slightly.

Amber let out a shaky breath, her jaw clenched tight.

Alysa didn’t stop. She slid her fingers down, pushed one inside with ease, and let out a soft sigh as her own heat welcomed it.

“Ngh… f-fuck,” she whispered, biting her lip. “So wet…”

Amber gripped the arms of the chair, like she was physically holding herself back. Her hips shifted beneath Alysa, her cock throbbing painfully inside her sweatpants. The wet sounds alone were enough to drive her insane.

“Can you see?” Alysa asked, her voice trembling as she slowly pushed her finger in. “See how… mngh… my fingers slide so easily?”

She slipped another finger inside, disappearing without resistance. Her walls clenched visibly. She gasped, arching her back.

Amber watched her walls flutter around her fingers as they vanished in slow, wet thrusts.

“I waited… ah… for you, Amber,” she whispered, breathless. “I waited and waited, and now I’m soaked.”

Amber groaned softly. Her whole body was tense, hands digging into the chair arms so hard her knuckles turned white.

“But you wanted to keep playing.” Alysa’s laugh came out breathy, bitter. “So now you don’t get to help.”

She started moving her fingers slowly, steady, her hips rocking into her own hand, every motion deliberate—showing Amber exactly what she was missing. Wet sounds filled the space between them. The air felt thick with her arousal.

Amber bit her lip so hard it almost bled, eyes locked on her.

“It feels so… ngh… so good,” Alysa whispered, moaning softly as her fingers pushed deeper. “But not… mnghh… as good as you.”

Her back arched again, her body straining. “It’d feel so much better if it was… f-fuck… your big cock… stretching me open.”

Amber let out a broken sound—desperate, needy, almost wrecked.

Alysa’s eyes flicked back to her, a faint smile tugging at her lips, her piercing glinting between her teeth as she moaned. “Too bad you can’t touch me.”

Her pace stayed steady, two fingers sliding deep inside her, soaked, the obscene sound echoing between them. She kept her legs spread wide, skirt pushed up to her hips, head tilted slightly as she watched Amber fall apart in front of her.

Amber looked like she was fighting a war against her own body.

Her hands still clutched the chair arms like they were the only thing keeping her grounded. Her cock throbbed against her sweatpants, twitching with every deliberate moan Alysa let out. She wasn’t even pretending anymore. Her eyes were glued to Alysa’s fingers disappearing inside her, like she physically couldn’t look away.

Alysa noticed. She watched Amber right back.

The flushed face, the way her jaw trembled like she was holding back a groan. Her thighs pressed together like she was trying to stop herself from thrusting up.

God, she looked so pathetic. Alysa smirked.

She rolled her hips again, pushing her fingers deeper just to watch Amber flinch. She let out a soft moan on purpose—because she could—and then slid her other hand up her chest, fingers brushing her own nipple as her hips kept moving.

Amber’s breathing turned shaky, dangerously close to a whimper.

Then Alysa pulled her fingers out. Wet, glistening, dripping with her own slick. She leaned forward and held them right in front of Amber’s mouth.

Amber stared at them.

“Open,” Alysa ordered.

Amber’s eyes flicked up to hers. Then she obeyed.

Her lips parted, her tongue slipping out instinctively, and Alysa slid her wet fingers into her mouth. The reaction was immediate. Amber groaned the second they touched her tongue, her eyes closing like she was starving for it. She sucked without thinking, lips sealing tightly, cleaning Alysa’s fingers as her hips moved involuntarily beneath her.

Alysa watched her. Eyes half-lidded, jaw tight.

“You want to feel me like that so bad?” she whispered. “You want my pussy wrapped around your cock?”

Amber nodded frantically, a muffled, broken sound escaping around Alysa’s fingers.

Alysa pulled them from her mouth, slick and shining.

“Beg.”

The word hit Amber like a switch. Her voice came out soft, shattered. “Please, please, please…” she whispered. “Please, princess, I need it. I’d do anything. I just… I need to feel you, please…”

She sucked in a breath. “You’re so wet, I can’t take it anymore. Please, let me fuck you.”

Alysa’s expression darkened.

“Are you going to behave?” she asked, leaning forward. “Going to let me use you however I want?”

Amber nodded immediately. “Yes, yes, yes, please. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Alysa let the silence stretch, just long enough to make her squirm. Then, slowly, deliberately, she lifted herself off Amber’s lap, her body hovering for a moment. Her hands slid down, fingers catching the edge of her skirt, and with a quick pull, she removed it, tossing it aside carelessly.

Amber’s eyes followed every movement, her heart racing. The dim light traced the soft skin of Alysa’s bare thighs and the curve of her hips. She was completely naked now, every inch exposed, and Amber could barely look away.

Alysa settled back down into her lap once more. She leaned back slightly, giving Amber a full view of her body, a slow, wicked smile curling her lips.

“Take your cock out,” she said, her voice low and commanding.

Amber didn’t hesitate. Her hands flew to her waistband, pulling it down just enough to free herself. Her cock sprang out, flushed and painfully hard, the tip already slick with precum. She let out a shaky breath as the pressure eased, her hips twitching instinctively.

Alysa looked at it… and smiled.

So hard, so red, trembling like it had been aching for her the whole time.

“You’re leaking,” she murmured. “All that just from watching me touch myself?”

Amber nodded, her throat too tight to form words.

Alysa leaned in, hovering just above it.

“Good,” she said softly. “Now stay still, my love.”

And she began to lower herself.

Alysa didn’t break eye contact as she guided herself between them, her slick lips brushing against the flushed, pulsing head of Amber’s cock. Amber let out a choked breath, her thighs trembling as the heat of Alysa’s core barely grazed the tip.

Slowly… inch by inch.

Amber’s mouth fell open, her head tipping back against the chair as the wet, intense heat enveloped her more and more. Her hands gripped the chair arms again, knuckles white, veins standing out with the effort it took not to move, her eyes rolling the moment the first inch slid inside.

“F-fuck,” she gasped. “Nghh—oh my God… Alysa—”

Alysa moaned above her, controlled but shaking, taking her slowly like she was memorizing every inch. Her brows knit together, lips parted in a helpless sound.

“You’re so… god,” she hissed, her voice trembling for the first time. “You’re so big… mnghh…”

That nearly destroyed Amber on the spot.

Alysa kept lowering herself, her walls tightening around every inch, slick and shining as she sank down, her hands gripping the desk behind her for balance as she took more and more of her. Amber was thick, veins pulsing, the tip wet, being swallowed inch by inch until Alysa finally sat fully in her lap.

Amber couldn’t speak—hell, she could barely breathe.

“It feels so good,” Alysa whispered, almost dazed. “So good… you’re stretching me so much.”

She moved her hips once, slow and deep, and Amber groaned.

Then Alysa leaned back. Her spine arched as her back met the edge of the desk again, her legs spreading as wide as possible. The monitor still glowed behind her, casting light over them.

Amber looked down—and completely lost it.

Because she could see everything.

Everything.

Alysa’s core, wet and red, stretched around her cock. The way her lips clung to her with every small movement. The sheen of slick glistening on her thighs. Her cock pulsing inside her, so hard it almost hurt, twitching every time Alysa clenched—even slightly.

It was filthy—completely obscene.

“Look at us,” Alysa whispered. “See how deep you are.”

Amber groaned, wrecked and breathless. “Haa… oh God—”

“I can feel you everywhere,” Alysa said softly, barely moving, just shifting enough to keep her stimulated. “So full… so unbelievably full.”

Their bodies were slick with sweat, the air thick with heat, both of them breathing hard like they were starving.

And Alysa hadn’t even started moving fast yet.

She just sat there with Amber buried all the way inside her, stretched and soaked, putting on the dirtiest show Amber had ever seen.

She shifted slightly in her lap, her breath hitching as the thick length inside her moved with her. The wet, slick sound made Amber groan under her breath. Her cock throbbed again, buried so deep inside Alysa.

Alysa leaned forward a little, one hand braced on the desk behind her, the other reaching up to Amber’s chin, gently stroking her jaw.

“Move,” she whispered, her voice low and firm. “Just your hips. Slow.”

Amber blinked at her, dazed and exhausted, but nodded without a word. She shifted her weight in the chair, pushing her hips forward, trying to sink even deeper. Her cock dragged against Alysa’s slick walls with every inch, and her whole body trembled.

Her hands twitched, moving instinctively toward Alysa’s waist. She needed to hold on—touch something, anchor herself before she lost it.

Alysa’s eyes narrowed, her voice sharpening. “Did I tell you to touch me?”

Amber froze instantly.

“I didn’t… I just thought—”

“You thought wrong,” Alysa cut in, firm and commanding. “Did I tell you to do anything besides move?”

“N-no,” Amber whispered, shaking her head.

Alysa’s gaze hardened. “Then don’t.”

Amber’s hands snapped back to the chair arms like she’d been scolded. Her fingers curled tight, jaw tense as her hips kept moving forward in slow, controlled thrusts—exactly as she’d been told. Her cock slid in and out of Alysa’s soaked heat inch by inch, and it was torture.

Alysa bit her lip, feeling every pulse inside her.

She leaned back again against the desk, spreading her legs even wider, exposing everything once more. The view was even more obscene now—Amber’s thick length sliding out of her, slick and wet, her lips tightening around every inch as she took her in and let her go, slow and deep.

“That’s it,” Alysa whispered, watching closely. “Just like that.”

Amber was falling apart.

Sweat ran down her neck, her thighs trembled, her eyes glazed over. Every slow, controlled thrust made her cock twitch violently. Her body begged her to go faster, to grab Alysa, to bury herself completely—but she didn’t.

She couldn’t.

Because Alysa hadn’t allowed it.

And Amber wanted to be good.

So she kept going. Slow. Careful.

In and out. Again and again.

Her cock slid through Alysa’s warm wetness, brushing her tight walls with every deliberate movement. She was so deep it almost hurt, but she didn’t dare move faster. Didn’t dare grab her. Her hands stayed clenched on the chair, knuckles white, her whole body shaking with restraint.

She was trying so hard to be good.

For Alysa.

Exactly like she’d been told.

Alysa took every slow thrust with quiet composure, savoring the way Amber’s body reacted around her—the constant pulsing, the shaky breaths coming out uneven and loud enough to echo in the quiet room. She could see the effort in every movement: the way Amber’s hands stayed obediently on the chair, the tremble in her thighs, the way she fought with everything she had not to touch her.

But it wasn’t the effort that made Alysa stop.

It was her face.

Amber looked completely undone.

Her skin flushed all the way down her chest, sweat clinging to her temples, her lips parted and trembling like she didn’t trust herself to speak. Her eyes were locked on Alysa, barely blinking, tracking every movement—watching her own cock disappear inside her again and again.

And still… she didn’t touch. Didn’t even try.

She just… obeyed.

It was obvious how much it was costing her. Her jaw was tight, like she was holding something back—a groan, a plea, maybe her entire sanity. Her lower lip trembled slightly, and she looked like she was physically suffering.

Perfect.

A slow, wicked smile spread across Alysa’s face. “Look at you… so pathetic,” she murmured, her voice low and almost affectionate, “trying so hard to be good.”

Amber’s hips stuttered. Her eyes rolled upward, unfocused, her breath catching like she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

“You really want to touch me, don’t you?”

Amber nodded weakly, honestly, her cock pulsing inside her. “Y-yes…”

Alysa’s hand slid slowly down her own stomach, her fingers brushing her skin. Her palm pressed gently over the bulge beneath—Amber, buried deep inside her, so thick and hard. Heat surged through her, a hungry ache settling low in her body.

She felt so turned on, so needy just knowing it was there, buried inside her like that.

“But you didn’t,” Alysa whispered, her hand lingering over the shape pressing inside her. “You followed my rules. You just kept fucking me the way I told you to.”

Amber let out a soft groan. “Nghh…”

“Do you really want to please me that much?”

Amber’s thighs trembled even harder.

“Mm… you’re so hard,” Alysa teased, squeezing lightly. “So deep inside me… and still listening so well.”

Amber exhaled softly, eyes closing for a moment.

“You know what’s hot?” Alysa continued, her voice brushing over her like smoke. “Watching you fall apart like this. All flushed, sweaty, desperate. Not even touching me, but already so close to breaking. All that strength… reduced to this.”

She moved her hips once—slow, deliberate—just enough to make her point.

Amber let out a muffled groan, nearly losing control, barely managing to hold herself together.

“You already want to come, don’t you?”

The question nearly broke her.

Amber tried to hold onto some dignity—and failed instantly.

“Y-yes,” she choked out. “Please…”

Alysa smiled, sweet and cruel at the same time.

“Not yet.”

She rolled her hips again, slow and deliberate, tracing a tight circle while Amber stayed buried inside her. There was nothing subtle about it anymore. Heat wrapped around them, wet and obscene, and Amber’s whole body reacted like she’d been struck.

A broken, choked sound escaped her as her head dropped forward, her jaw clenching so hard it hurt.

Alysa leaned in, one hand sliding into Amber’s damp hair. She pulled gently—not enough to hurt, just enough to make her look up. Just enough to make sure Amber was looking at her.

“You’re being such a good girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with heat.

Amber groaned. God, she loved when Alysa called her that.

Even flushed, trembling, sweat clinging to her skin, her cock pulsing helplessly inside Alysa’s soaked heat while she wasn’t allowed to move—those words still hit her right in the chest.

“Good girl.”

Damn.

Her thighs tightened, and she bit her lip hard enough to leave a mark.

“I told you not to… mnghh— touch,” Alysa said, her voice low and purring through clenched teeth. “And you didn’t…”

Amber let out another broken groan, her fingers digging harder into the arms of the chair.

“You just sat there and took it,” Alysa continued, almost gently. “Your cock so hard you were shaking. Your whole face flushed like you were about to cry.”

Amber almost did.

Alysa leaned closer, her lips brushing her cheek, her words now a whisper. “…and you still listened to me.”

Amber nodded quickly, desperate, her breathing uneven. “I—I swear, I—”

“You’re being so good,” Alysa murmured, her voice sweet as honey and just as dangerous. “So obedient…”

Amber let out a low sound, her hips lifting once before she forced herself to stop again, holding back with everything she had.

Because, God, she wanted Alysa so badly.

She wanted to bend her over the desk, tear her clothes off, fuck her so hard the table creaked. Wanted to grab her hips, drive into her until she screamed her name.

Wanted her to feel everything.

But she didn’t.

Because Alysa hadn’t told her she could.

And Alysa just sat there, comfortably wrapped around her, completely in control, watching her fall apart with that smug, beautiful smile.

So Amber stayed exactly where she was.

Obedient. Desperate. Completely wrecked.

Alysa looked at her.

Amber was flushed, trembling, eyes wide and lips parted like she was caught between begging and surrender. Her cock throbbed inside Alysa with every breath. Her body and shirt were soaked with sweat—but she hadn’t moved, hadn’t touched, hadn’t disobeyed once.

Something in Alysa softened.

Maybe it was the way Amber’s eyes pleaded without words. Maybe it was the quiet sound slipping from her throat every time Alysa squeezed around her. Maybe it was the fact that, despite everything—the heat, the aching need, the overwhelming stimulation—Amber was still obeying.

“You’re being so good,” Alysa whispered.

Then she leaned back slightly, her thighs still spread around Amber’s lap, her body stretched and filled so deeply it pulsed around her.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

Amber’s eyes widened. “W-what?”

“Touch me,” Alysa repeated, firmer this time. “Fuck me.”

Her chest rose and fell, lips parted. Amber could feel the heat radiating off her, her cock pulsing with every shaky breath Alysa let out. Her eyes were half-lidded, burning with need—and that look… so raw, so demanding, so hungry… sent Amber’s arousal surging.

“On the desk.”

Amber didn’t waste a second.

Her hands flew to Alysa’s hips, gripping her tightly for the first time that night, and with a sharp movement she pushed up from the chair, lifting Alysa just enough to lay her back against the desk without pulling out.

The keyboard clattered, the mouse slid aside. With her left hand, Amber snapped the laptop shut.

Alysa gasped the moment her back hit the desk. Amber was pressed fully against her now, bodies flush, her cock buried even deeper than before—so deep it stole the air from her lungs.

“F-fuck— hnggh! A-Amber—”

Amber didn’t thrust yet. She just pressed—close, firm, slow. Her hips pushed forward in one deep, heavy motion that drove her all the way in. Her hands slid beneath Alysa’s thighs, keeping her open, her face buried in the curve of her neck.

“Aah… God,” Amber whispered, her voice shaking. “You’re so… nghh… good… so fucking good.”

Alysa was already a mess. Her breathing was ragged, her legs trembling, her voice unsteady.

“Y-you’re so deep,” she stammered, her face burning. “A-Amber, f-fuck… you’re too—”

“You’ll be okay,” Amber murmured against her skin, kissing her neck, squeezing her thighs gently. “I promise.”

Another slow push. Another deep press.

Alysa gasped, her head tipping back, mouth open, her whole body arching into Amber’s chest. She felt everything. Every inch, every tremor, every deep movement pushing her closer to the edge like nothing ever had.

Amber kissed her chin, soft and breathless.

“I’ll take care of you,” she murmured—and Alysa moaned immediately, like she’d been holding it in for too long.

“I’ve got you,” Amber whispered again. “Let me take control.”

And with that, she finally started to move.

Slow, deep thrusts that pushed her further each time, stretching Alysa perfectly. Long, steady strokes that filled her completely, pulling back just enough to make her clench, then sliding back in.

Every time Amber hit deep, Alysa let out a sharp, breathless sound—like she couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to.

“Ah— mnghh… Amber—” she moaned, grabbing onto anything she could reach. Her fingers scraped over Amber’s arms, the edge of the desk, even her own thighs, trembling with each hard thrust.

Amber kissed her cheek, her chin, her lips—trying to reach every part of her while still moving inside her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice rough with guilt and need.

Another slow, deep thrust—her cock dragging against the deepest part of Alysa.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

Alysa moaned again, her legs tightening, opening more with each movement. She felt full, stretched, every slow push making her lose track of everything else.

“Y-you said thirty minutes,” Alysa cried softly, her voice shaky, wet, needy.

“I know, I know…” Amber kissed her harder, hips still moving slow and deep. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

“You ignored me for two hours,” Alysa said, her voice breathless and dragged with pleasure. “I was so wet, so needy, and you just… ah, fuck… kept playing that stupid game… nghh…”

“I’m sorry,” Amber whispered again, pushing deeper. “I didn’t mean to. I got distracted. I’m really sorry.”

Alysa moaned louder this time, her legs wrapping around Amber’s waist.

“If you do that again… mngh— again,” she gasped, her voice trembling, “I’ll never forgive you!”

Amber nodded, burying her face in Alysa’s neck as she kept thrusting, every movement filled with apology, filled with need.

“I won’t, I swear… never again. I’m here. I’m right here,” she whispered, pushing deep again, lips brushing her skin.

Another thrust.

Another breathless kiss.

Another deep, slow push into Alysa’s soaked heat until their hips met and Alysa cried out.

“You feel so good,” Amber whispered, eyes closed, voice thick. “So warm, so tight… I’m sorry I made you wait.”

Alysa could barely form words now.

Just broken moans and soft sounds slipped from her lips, her body trembling with the way Amber filled her completely.

“I should’ve stopped everything for you,” Amber murmured again, sliding deep once more. “Because nothing—God—nothing is better than this.”

Alysa’s breath hitched sharply.

She clung to Amber like a lifeline—arms tight around her shoulders, legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer like she could disappear inside her and never come back up for air.

Amber could feel it.

The way Alysa’s body pulled her in, desperate, needing more than slow apologies and careful thrusts.

She needed to be fucked.

Amber lifted her head slightly, meeting Alysa’s eyes.

Her face was wild—flushed, sweat-soaked, lashes clumped with tears she wasn’t hiding, lips trembling with pleasure she could barely control. And her voice… when it finally came, soft and strained, but firm—

“Harder.”

Amber blinked, momentarily stunned. “W-what?”

“Harder,” Alysa whispered again, biting her lip. “I want it harder. I want you to fuck me harder.”

That was the signal.

Amber pulled back just enough, her cock sliding halfway out of Alysa’s soaked, stretched heat—before driving back in with a wet, obscene slap.

Alysa cried out, her voice breaking. “Ah— mnghh!”

And Amber did it again.

Harder.

Again.

And again.

The desk creaked, the room thick with sweat, sex, and desperation.

Alysa’s whole body shook with every thrust—arching, trembling, practically melting beneath her. Amber’s hands found her ass, lifting and angling her, fucking her exactly the way she needed. Each thrust hit deeper, harder, and Alysa took it—crying, gasping, clutching at Amber’s shirt like she’d fall apart without her.

Amber was still whispering how sorry she was, how wonderful Alysa was, how much she loved her. But her rhythm now was full—deep, sensual thrusts that made Alysa arch and cry out.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck—God… ahh—” she sobbed, her voice high-pitched, needy, completely lost.

Amber groaned in her ear. “Mnghh… you satisfy me so well…”

Thrust.

“You’re so perfect.”

Thrust.

Her cock slid in and out with wet, lewd sounds, Alysa’s pussy greedily sucking her in with every stroke. Liquid ran down Amber’s thighs, covering the table and pooling where their bodies met. Her balls slapped hard with each thrust.

Alysa was a mess beneath her, panting, scratching at her back, trying to kiss her while sobbing.

“If you ignore me again—” she cried out between moans, “—I swear I’ll… mngh— damn it, damn it—”

Amber thrust harder, her forehead pressed against hers, lips brushing between desperate, breathless moans and whispers.

“I won’t,” she swore, her voice thick. “I swear to God I won’t. I’ll give you everything… every time… ngh… I promise…”

Alysa moaned again, louder than before. And Amber kept going.

Hard, vigorous, deep thrusts, without mercy.

Each one pulled her closer to ruin. Everything she had, everything she needed—skin against skin, bodies colliding, fucking her as if she had been made to take it, over and over, until the world outside the room practically ceased to exist.

Amber could feel it.

The way Alysa’s pussy tightened around her cock, stronger with every thrust. The way her moans climbed to higher notes, broken by small, breathless gasps, as if someone had stolen her ability to breathe properly. Her whole body trembled now, legs tightly wrapped around Amber’s waist, hands gripping her shirt, back arching off the table every time Amber drove deep enough to make her see stars.

“A-Alysa,” Amber whispered, her breath hot and ragged. “You’re close.”

Alysa didn’t answer. She couldn’t, even if she wanted to.

Her eyes slowly closed, her mouth parted, small moans slipping from her as if she didn’t even know she was capable of making those sounds. Her walls tightened around Amber’s cock, wetter than ever, running down her thighs, sticky and hot, clinging to her as if never wanting to let go.

Amber kissed her cheek, her chin, her lips. Slow, comforting, possessive.

“Cum for me,” she whispered.

Alysa let out a sob, the kind that was both weak and wild.

Amber pushed deeper, slower this time, rolling her hips—driving into her, pushing her toward the edge.

“Cum, baby,” Amber begged. “You’re doing so well… so well for me. J-just let go.”

Alysa’s thighs began to tremble uncontrollably.

“I… oh God… f-fuck, Amber…” her voice broke, rough and shattered.

Her whole body tightened, her back arching impossibly, and then she came with a cry so loud, so desperate. Her pussy clenched violently, gripping Amber’s cock like a lifeline, wet and frantic, holding onto her as the orgasm overtook her. Her arms clung to Amber’s strong shoulders, legs shaking, breath breaking apart.

Amber held her through it all.

She kept going through every wave. Not fast, not rough, just deep, steady thrusts that carried her through it, that let Alysa feel everything.

“There,” she whispered, kissing her forehead. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

Alysa whimpered helplessly beneath her.

“I’ve got you.”

Amber’s cock kept moving, now slow, patient, steady. Still buried deep inside Alysa, still pulsing, still impossible to ignore. Alysa was a complete mess beneath her—trembling, drenched in sweat, flushed skin, parted lips letting out the softest, broken sounds she could manage without falling apart entirely.

Amber leaned down and kissed her. Gently this time, as if apologizing for having hurt her.

“You did so well,” she whispered. “So well, so well.”

Alysa closed her eyes, clinging to her, letting the words and the feeling wrap around her.

She wanted more. Always more.

Amber started to slow, giving Alysa a little space to breathe, but the moment she shifted, Alysa’s legs lifted, locking tightly around her waist.

“D-don’t you dare,” Alysa gasped, her voice still trembling. “Don’t… ngh— take it out.”

Amber froze mid-motion. “B-but…”

“You haven’t come yet,” Alysa shot back, even with her shaky voice. “You’re still hard.”

Her hips lifted weakly, just enough to feel Amber’s cock pulse inside her again. The friction, the stretch, the heat… fuck, she couldn’t get enough.

“You’re going to come,” she said, running her hands along Amber’s back. “And you’re going to come inside me.”

Amber groaned, loud and rough.

“A-Alysa… we talked about this…”

“I don’t care,” Alysa whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around Amber’s neck. “I want it. I want your cum inside me.”

She squeezed her again, slow and hungry, letting her feel it, her pussy tightening with every pulse of her cock.

“Give it to me,” she demanded.

That was all it took for Amber to lose control.

Her rhythm faltered, then turned into something more animalistic, more instinctive. She moved harder, faster, each thrust rougher. Her cock hard and slick with Alysa’s wetness. Alysa moaned, arms tightening, hips meeting her. She felt every pulse, every spasm, every desperate breath as Amber chased her release.

“I… haaaa… f-fuck, I’m gonna… nghh…” Amber panted, her face buried in Alysa’s neck, voice shaking.

Alysa held her tighter. “Do it,” she insisted, breathless. “Cum inside. Fill me.”

Amber couldn’t hold back.

With one last sharp thrust, she came hard, her cock buried to the base, spilling inside Alysa in thick, pulsing waves. Her groan tore out of her, raw and desperate, filling the quiet room as Alysa clung to her, trembling.

Alysa held her close, brushing her lips along her ear, her jaw, whispering broken praise.

“That’s it,” she murmured, almost drunk on the feeling. “Fill me… fuck, Amber…”

Amber couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move properly. She just stayed there, buried deep, panting, arms wrapped around Alysa as if she’d never let go.

Alysa didn’t let go either. Because she liked it. God, she loved feeling Amber’s cum inside her.

Her breathing was uneven, desperate, her face pressed against Alysa’s neck, arms trembling, skin flushed and sticky. But her cock didn’t soften. Not even a little. It throbbed violently inside Alysa’s soaked, spent pussy, still hard, still wanting more.

Alysa could feel every vein, every pulse. Every tremor and every maddening throb.

She blinked, staring at the ceiling for a moment, dazed, and then slowly looked down to where they were still joined. Amber hadn’t moved, hadn’t even tried to pull away. Alysa tightened her legs around Amber’s waist, and when Amber let out a sudden, broken groan, she smirked.

“…You’re still hard?”

Amber nodded hesitantly, her breath caught against Alysa’s skin. “I don’t know why… I just… I still need—”

“You already came.”

“I know,” Amber panted, her voice thick. “But I still… my God, I need it again.”

Alysa tilted her head, smiling with a hint of superiority even through her own post-orgasm haze.

“My God, look at you,” she whispered. “Just look at you, still pulsing inside me like I didn’t just let you come.”

Amber groaned, her hips moving once without meaning to, pushing her cock deeper into Alysa’s warm, wet heat. It was messy, sticky, hot, and soaked in a way that made Alysa’s body shiver. She almost came again just from that.

“I can’t help it,” Amber said, her voice strained. “You feel so good, baby. I can’t… I need more.”

Alysa let out a shaky breath, her sensitivity flaring again, and a mischievous thought crossed her mind.

She wasn’t done yet, was she? Good. Neither was I.

“You’re going to fuck me again?” she murmured, teasing. “Even after I milked every last drop out of you?”

Amber groaned, nodding, her face still buried in Alysa’s neck.

“Y-yes. I’ll be gentle,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I just… I need you. Please, please… let me…”

Alysa slid her fingers through Amber’s sweat-soaked hair, pulling her head back just enough to look at her pleading, desperate face.

“So desperate,” she murmured, not even trying to hide her satisfaction. “God, you’re so pathetic when you’re with me.”

Amber shivered.

“I am,” she whispered. “I’m pathetic for you. Let me do it again, please? Let me fuck you, please? I’ll go slow, I swear.”

And before Alysa could even answer, Amber started moving again.

Slow and deep.

Careful in a way that only comes from being overstimulated and desperate at the same time. Amber sank back in as if she couldn’t control herself, as if her body knew exactly where it wanted to be and refused to listen to reason.

This time, she didn’t thrust hard. Every nerve in her body was on edge, her cock painfully hard inside Alysa’s slick, filled pussy. The only thing she could do was move in slow, sensual strokes, chasing that feeling like it could save her life.

Alysa moaned immediately, softer this time, dazed and almost tearful. Her walls still trembled with every movement, tightening around Amber’s cock as if she wasn’t done either, as if her body already knew Amber needed more.

“You’re still so hard,” Alysa whispered, half-moaning, her thighs tightening around Amber’s hips. “So hard… mngh… inside me. God…”

Amber groaned through her teeth.

“I told you,” she panted, voice thick. “I can’t stop. I need it again… fuck, you feel too good.”

She leaned in, kissing Alysa’s mouth. Open, messy kisses between thrusts. Her cock slid out slowly, the base coated with a thick layer of remaining semen, and then pushed back in, deep into Alysa’s body again with a wet sound that made them both gasp.

Alysa held onto her as if she might disappear otherwise. Her nails scratched at Amber’s shirt, her mouth parted against hers, breathing her in.

“You’re still leaking,” she whispered, her voice unsteady. “Still dripping inside me…”

Amber let out a low, desperate sound, her hips pushing forward with more force.

“Nghhh— I want to come inside you again,” she groaned, her voice rough. “I want to feel… mngh— your pussy all messy and warm around me… haaaa… again.”

Alysa’s fingers tightened around her, her eyes slowly closing as her legs stayed wrapped around her waist.

“You’re so greedy,” she whispered.

“I am,” Amber panted, thrusting into her. Still slow, but deep and intense strokes that dragged her cock across Alysa’s most sensitive spots. “I’m so greedy for you. I can’t stop— haaa… I don’t want to stop—”

Her rhythm picked up slightly. The desk shook beneath them again. Alysa’s breath faltered with every movement of Amber’s hips, full, sensual, slow enough for her to feel every inch.

"C-continue," Alysa whispered.

Amber groaned.

"P-please," Alysa added, now almost inaudible. "Come again. Fill me again."

Amber nodded frantically, her lips brushing against Alysa’s neck, her cock rubbing repeatedly inside Alysa’s tight heat.

"I will," she promised, her voice choked. "I will… mnghh… haaaa — let me… fuck, I’m so close—"

Pushing.

Moaning.

Her hands dug into Alysa’s hips like she needed leverage. Like she wanted to fuck Alysa until she couldn’t walk, until her cum was still dripping out of her hours later.

Amber’s body felt like it was on fire.

Her cock was swollen and hypersensitive, soaked in vaginal slick and semen, sliding in and out of Alysa like it had forgotten how to stop. Every time Alysa clenched around her, her breath hitched, the sound slipping from her lips before she could stop it.

"So good… so fucking good… nghh — tight, hot, fuck… haaaa — I’m gonna—"

She buried her face in Alysa’s shoulder. Her hands trembled as they gripped Alysa’s hips, fingers digging in like anchors. Her cock throbbed violently with every thrust, sliding through heat and wetness, right on the edge again.

"Princess," she gasped. "I can’t, I can’t… f-fuck… I’m gonna come again—"

"Do it," Alysa whispered. "Come inside me. Again."

That was it. Amber’s hips snapped forward one last time, her cock pushing as deep as it could go, and then her entire body went rigid.

She moaned. A low, guttural sound tore from her throat as she came—full-body, violently, everything tensing at once. Her cock clenched hard inside Alysa, thick spurts of cum shooting deep, filling her already soaked pussy even more.

More heat.

More semen.

Amber let out a soft moan, her forehead pressed against Alysa’s as her orgasm spilled out in waves. Her body convulsed. She was still completely inside her, trembling against Alysa’s cervix as she emptied herself.

"Aaaaa… f-fuck," she gasped, eyes squeezed shut. "I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, I made you wait, baby… you didn’t deserve that. I’m really sorry…"

Alysa could barely breathe.

She had already been full before, but now it was too much. She could feel the liquid spilling out of her—thick and hot, running from her swollen pussy around Amber’s cock and pooling on the table beneath them. She clenched, her thighs trembling again from the overwhelming fullness.

"You’re so dirty," she managed to whisper, smiling faintly against Amber’s cheek. "Look what you did to me."

Amber groaned. She was still panting and squirming, trembling like her soul had been ripped out by the orgasm.

Alysa pulled her closer, not letting her move, keeping her deeply nestled as they both continued to shake.

They stayed like that for a while. Just panting, sticky, hypersensitive, and full in that dazed, post-orgasm way where the body feels heavier than thought.

Everything felt like too much and not enough at the same time.

The air in the room was heavy now. Damp with sweat and thick with the unmistakable scent of sex.

Alysa lay sprawled across Amber’s desk, completely limp. Her legs were still wrapped around Amber’s waist, trembling slightly with every breath. Her pussy was red, swollen, and wet, Amber’s cum slowly leaking out, her lips parted as she struggled to take a full breath.

Neither of them moved.

Alysa’s hands rested loosely around Amber’s neck, her fingers lazily sliding through her sweat-damp hair. Amber hadn’t pulled out. She stayed there, her cock still warm and pulsing inside Alysa, as if her body hadn’t yet realized it could stop.

Finally, Alysa swallowed and spoke, her voice hoarse and shaky.

"Hey…"

Amber stirred, eyes closed, lips brushing along the side of Alysa’s throat. "Mmh…?"

"...You’re heavy."

Amber let out a breathy, soft, tired laugh.

"Sorry."

She kissed Alysa’s skin once more before reluctantly pulling away. Her cock slid out with a wet sound, and Alysa moaned at the sudden emptiness.

Amber immediately stroked her thighs, her thumbs brushing along the inside of her knees as she looked down. Alysa’s pussy was red, swollen, and dripping cum that smeared in thick, messy streaks across the table.

"Fuck…" Amber whispered, her cheeks flushing again. "We’re a mess."

"Yeah," Alysa murmured, collapsing back onto the table, exhausted and satisfied. "You ruined me."

"I’ll clean you up," Amber said automatically, grabbing the tissues from the nightstand and gently wiping the fluid from Alysa’s thighs and stomach. Her touch was so careful that Alysa couldn’t look away.

"I’m really, really sorry," Amber whispered as she kept cleaning her. "Sorry for not paying attention to you… I was an idiot."

Alysa just sat there, watching her.

Every movement Amber made, the soft brush of her thumbs against her skin… it was enough to make her pulse quicken again, even now.

Then, without warning, Alysa reached out, grabbed the collar of Amber’s shirt, and pulled her closer. Their lips crashed together in a deep, demanding kiss that left no room for apologies.

"If you ignore me again because of that stupid card game…" Alysa murmured against her lips, gently biting Amber’s lower lip, "…I’ll never forgive you. I don’t like having to share your attention."

"Deal."

Alysa pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against Amber’s. Her eyes were half-lidded, pouty, but there was something soft behind it.

"You better," she said quietly. "I’m being very serious."

Amber nodded. "I promise. I won’t."

Alysa’s lips twitched into something between a pout and a smile, and she leaned back just enough to make sure Amber could see.

Grumpy, yes—but also completely satisfied.

Amber’s hands returned to Alysa’s thighs, carefully finishing cleaning up the mess she had made, her movements gentle. She kept stealing glances at Alysa the entire time. Alysa sat there with her lips in a dramatic pout that did absolutely nothing to hide how satisfied she was.

God, she was cute when she pouted.

Amber knew, with absolute certainty, that no Magic game or card in the world was worth more than this.

Alysa watched her clean, eyes half-lidded, a slow smile spreading across her face as if she was savoring every second of Amber’s attention. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, deliberately pushing them up, and let out a low, satisfied hum.

"Good girl," she purred, tilting her head slightly. "But next time? I want you to use your mouth."

"You should’ve licked every drop off me, like the good girl you are," Alysa continued, shifting on the desk and spreading her legs even wider, completely shameless.

The air felt thick, heavy with heat and unspoken promises.

Alysa dragged her fingers along the smooth, glossy surface of the desk without any subtlety, simply watching Amber’s throat bob as she swallowed.

"I bet you would’ve loved that too," she added, leaning forward until their faces were only inches apart. "Kneeling for me while I watch you work."

Amber’s face flushed instantly.

Heat flooded her neck, her chest, all at once. Her breathing turned shallow, uneven. Her eyes couldn’t settle, flickering between Alysa’s knowing gaze and the sight of her still open and glistening on the desk.

"I… I can do that," Amber whispered, her voice barely audible. Just the thought made her shiver despite the heat already coursing through her. "…if that’s what you want."

She lowered herself slowly, as if she needed time to convince her legs to obey. Kneeling between Alysa’s thighs felt absurdly intimate. Her strong hands rested on Alysa’s thighs, the warmth of her skin grounding her.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," Amber murmured, looking up at Alysa. "Tell me how you want me to please you with my mouth."

Alysa’s smile turned wicked the moment she saw the effect she had on her.

"Just look at you," Alysa said softly.

She spread her legs even wider, unashamed, her pussy still swollen and sensitive, glistening under the light.

"Look how much you need this," she continued, her fingers curling under Amber’s chin and tilting her face up. "Look how badly you want to prove yourself to me."

Her thumb slid slowly along Amber’s jaw. Then suddenly, her hand moved up, gripping Amber’s hair firmly and guiding her head down toward her warm, eager pussy.

"Start with your tongue," Alysa ordered softly, but with insistence. "Lick me from bottom to top. Slowly. Show me how sorry you are for ignoring me."

Her hips tilted forward, offering herself without hesitation to Amber’s eager mouth.

"And don’t stop," she added, "until I tell you to."

Amber leaned in, her tongue brushing first against the inside of Alysa’s thigh. The taste hit her immediately—salty and warm, a mix of her own arousal and Alysa’s.

A soft moan slipped from Alysa’s throat as Amber followed it with open-mouthed kisses, moving slowly upward, unhurried, clearly savoring the way shivers ran across Alysa’s skin.

Alysa let her head fall back, her eyes squeezing shut. "That’s it," she whispered, her fingers tightening slightly in Amber’s hair. "Show me how much you missed me today."

Amber didn’t hesitate after that. Her tongue finally reached its target, tracing slow, deliberate paths around Alysa’s entrance before brushing against her clit.

The sensation was intense, sharp, and overwhelming, Amber’s own arousal blending with Alysa’s taste.

“Fuck, yes,” Alysa gasped, arching without thinking. “J-just like that.”

Her hips jerked sharply against Amber’s face. The cry that tore from her throat was higher than usual, raw and desperate in a way she didn’t even try to hide.

“My God, Amber,” she moaned, her fingers tangling deep in her hair and pulling her closer. “Keep going… nghh—don’t you dare stop.”

She tried to brace herself against the table, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge, but it was a losing battle. Every movement and flick of Amber’s tongue sent waves of sensation through her already sensitive body.

“Right there,” Alysa demanded, breathless. “Ah—fuck, faster… hng—”

Amber felt the tremor in Alysa’s thighs beneath her hands and instinctively lifted her gaze.

Even with every nerve on edge from overstimulation, she couldn’t resist the urge to chase the pleasure consuming her from the inside.

“P-please,” she whispered, the word strange and desperate on her tongue. “Please, I need you to keep going…”

Her hand slid back into Amber’s hair, this time firmly, fingers curling as she guided her exactly where she wanted. A low, guttural moan escaped her chest when Amber’s tongue returned, eager, relentless, perfectly obedient to the rhythm Alysa demanded.

“Feel how wet you make me.”

Her hips rocked in time with the movements she guided, each motion sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“You’re so skilled with that mouth,” Alysa whispered, her voice dropping into that dangerous purr that always melted Amber.

“You love tasting my pussy, don’t you? You love knowing you’re the only one who gets to have me like this.”

“Mnghh… so good.”

The hand in Amber’s hair tightened slightly, urging faster circular motions around her clit, while Alysa’s other hand rose to trace along Amber’s jaw with appreciation.

“You’re driving me completely insane,” Alysa confessed, her voice trembling with how close she was. “Feeling your mouth on me like this… knowing you love it as much as I do. I missed you so much today, baby.”

Amber’s tongue didn’t hesitate.

Every fold, every sensitive spot was explored, licked, sucked. She focused with the same intensity she used on the ice during her performances. Her lips closed around Alysa’s swollen pussy, her tongue moving and circling exactly the way Alysa liked.

Alysa’s moans grew louder and more urgent as her orgasm approached.

“Yes… ah, fuck—just like that,” she gasped, her hips moving uncontrollably against Amber’s face. “Lick me clean… mmph—feel how much I wanted you all day.”

The hand in Amber’s hair guided her with precision, tilting her head to adjust the angle and maximize the stimulation. Alysa’s breath hitched when Amber gently sucked her clit before releasing it to lick around it again.

“Fuck, Amber… hng—you’re so good at this,” she moaned, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.

And while Amber focused on Alysa, her cock, softened after earlier, hardened again with renewed urgency, pressing against the cool air of the room, growing harder with every lick and suck.

“Ah, fuck,” Amber murmured, her breath brushing against Alysa’s skin. The sound sent another wave of heat through Alysa’s body.

“I… I’m getting turned on again.”

Alysa’s eyes slowly opened at the confession, and a wicked smile spread across her face. She took in every detail—the flushed cheeks, the desperate shine in Amber’s eyes.

“Of course you are,” she purred. “Watching me fall apart always does that to you.”

Amber’s words came out muffled against her, broken by breaths and messy licks. “It’s your fault. How am I not supposed to… mm… get turned on when you’re… this fucking hot?”

Her hand tightened around Alysa’s thigh, her knuckles whitening as her cock pulsed insistently between her legs.

“You’re lying there, so perfect, and I can’t control myself,” Amber murmured between kisses along Alysa’s thighs. “My cock… is so hard because of you.”

Alysa let out a husky laugh. “Oh yeah? So it’s all my fault for being irresistible?”

She arched her back slightly, pressing down more deliberately, watching Amber’s face twist with uncontrollable desire.

“Then maybe you should take care of yourself while you take care of me…”

Amber’s eyes widened at the command, still buried between Alysa’s legs.

“Touch yourself while you eat me,” Alysa continued, her tone sharp. “I want to see you masturbate while you make me come.”

Alysa guided her head with one hand, pressing her closer, demanding faster, more desperate licks.

“Come on, show me how much you want me,” she whispered. “Grab that hard cock and stroke it for me. Let me hear you moan while you taste me.”

Amber moaned, a mix of frustration and obedience. Her free hand moved blindly toward her cock. The first touch of her palm against the rigid length made her shudder violently.

“Ah— fuck,” she groaned, the words caught between breaths.

Her hand wrapped around herself, heat and firmness colliding with the warm, slick heat of Alysa between her lips. Her fingers moved desperately, matching the frantic movements of her tongue against Alysa. Pre-cum dripped steadily, coating her palm.

Her breathing turned erratic as her mouth worked against Alysa’s pussy.

“Just look at you…” Alysa gasped above her, her voice rough with desire. “Getting so turned on just from eating me. You’re obsessed with my pussy.”

Amber’s hips began to move instinctively, thrusting into her own hand as she devoured Alysa eagerly.

The sound of wet kisses and messy touches filled the room. Her eyes met Alysa’s, her blue gaze burning with raw need, reflecting the same desperation Alysa knew was written all over her own face.

She was lost. Completely, hopelessly lost. And she loved it.

Amber’s strokes grew more aggressive, picking up speed, while her tongue attacked Alysa’s clit with desperate urgency. The friction of her own hand only intensified every sensation. She was trapped in a perfect storm of taste and touch, pleasure hitting her from every direction.

Alysa’s moans grew louder, more desperate and uneven, each one pushing Amber further. She could feel Alysa’s inner muscles tightening, trembling against her tongue, and it only made her go faster, stroking herself harder.

A muffled moan escaped her throat as the intensity overwhelmed her. Her body tensed, and then her face buried deeper into Alysa’s wet folds, seeking distraction, seeking salvation, seeking everything at once.

“Haaa… f-fuck,” she gasped. “It’s so good… nghhh—I’m g-gonna explode.”

Her knuckles turned white around her own cock, pre-cum dripping freely down.

The combination of tasting Alysa’s arousal while driving herself to the edge was becoming too much to handle.

Alysa’s moans turned louder, higher, more desperate.

“Yes, yes, yes—just like that!” she cried, arching her back sharply, surrendering to every touch and lick.

Amber’s free hand left her thigh completely, her fingers flying to Alysa’s clit. Her tongue kept up the relentless assault, diving deep into Alysa while her fingers worked over the swollen clit—pinching, rolling, teasing.

Every movement sent shivers down Alysa’s spine.

The double stimulation sent Alysa spiraling into pure ecstasy, her back arching violently off the table.

“A-Amber! Ahh—hnggg… f-fuck—right there!”

Her voice broke under the force of the oncoming orgasm. She felt her body completely lose control.

Amber’s movements turned frantic as she chased her own release while pushing Alysa over the edge. Her breathing was short and ragged against Alysa’s skin as she felt the telltale tightening in her balls—the warning sign that she was close to climax.

“C-come with me,” Alysa begged desperately, moving her hips violently against Amber’s face and hand at the same time.

Amber’s hand moved with desperate precision, circling Alysa’s clit while her tongue plunged deep into her.

The combination of mouth and fingers sent Alysa into convulsions, her thighs tightening around Amber’s head.

“Mnghh—ahhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck… A-Amb—!” Alysa cried, her orgasm crashing through her like a massive wave.

A warm, thick heat spilled into Amber’s waiting mouth, and she drank it in eagerly, letting her own pleasure build as she rode out Alysa’s climax. Amber’s movements turned frantic as she gave in to her own orgasm, thick pulses spilling rhythmically against her palm.

The sight of Amber falling apart while still devotedly worshipping her drove Alysa beyond rational thought, into pure, animalistic pleasure.

She leaned back against the table, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. Her legs remained spread, feet dangling off the edge, as she looked at Amber with half-lidded, hungry eyes.

“Get up here,” she ordered hoarsely, tapping the space between her open thighs. “I want to see you finish what you started.”

Amber rose shakily, her knees unsteady from the intensity of their shared climax. She positioned herself between Alysa’s legs, the head of her still-hard cock brushing near Alysa’s navel.

“You’re so hot like this,” Alysa murmured, propping herself up on her elbows for a better view. “Touch yourself for me. Let me see all that cum coming out of your cock.”

Then her hand reached out, gently stroking Amber’s balls, rolling them in her palm in a coaxing motion.

“Mm… I just came,” Amber whispered, her voice trembling. “Everything’s so sensitive, I don’t know if I can keep going.”

Even as she spoke, her cock twitched involuntarily under Alysa’s soft touch. The hypersensitivity made every brush of her fingers feel electric.

Alysa’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she watched Amber’s body betray her words.

“Oh really? Because your cock looks like it still has plenty left to give.”

Her fingers traced teasing patterns along the underside of Amber’s shaft, watching it twitch in response despite the protest.

“It’s okay if you’re too sensitive,” Alysa said softly, though her eyes gleamed with mischief. “But I really want to see you come on me again.”

She shifted slightly, giving a perfect view of Amber’s cock hovering just above her stomach.

The heat in the air, the weight of her gaze, the way she looked at her—everything was enough to bring Amber fully hard again, her cock tense and pulsing like it had a mind of its own.

“Relax,” Alysa murmured. “Let me watch you come while I recover. It’ll be so hot seeing you mark me with your cum.”

Her hand slid from Amber’s balls to her hip, gently guiding her into position. The closeness made it impossible to look anywhere else. Alysa could study every movement, every pulse of her cock, and Amber couldn’t stop her.

Amber’s breathing stayed shallow and uneven as she tried to process the overwhelming sensations still coursing through her body. Her cock twitched against Alysa’s stomach, the sensitivity making even the smallest movement feel like lightning.

“I don’t know if I can, love,” she whispered. “Everything feels so intense. Just touching myself already feels like too much.”

And yet, even as she spoke, her hand hesitated over her own length, drawn by the magnetism of Alysa’s expectant gaze.

The sight of herself poised over Alysa’s smooth abdomen was almost unbearable. And her resolve broke as she saw Alysa sprawled across the table, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her skin flushed from their shared climax.

The post-orgasm haze in Alysa’s eyes only fueled Amber’s arousal even more.

“My God… shit,” she breathed, starting to move again despite the lingering sensitivity.

Each stroke sent sparks up her spine, and she tightened her grip around her cock.

Alysa watched with a satisfied smile, lifting herself a little more to get a better view of Amber nearing her orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” she purred, encouraging her.

Her free hand slid lazily between her own legs again, finding Amber’s balls and gently cupping them in her palm. The contrast between the soft touch and the vigorous stimulation of Amber’s cock sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her.

“My God…” Amber gasped, her hips moving involuntarily from the sensation.

Her movements became faster, more erratic, driven by pure need rather than control. The fluid leaking from her cock left sticky trails across Alysa’s stomach.

“You like that, don’t you?” Alysa teased, her voice husky, fingers rolling precisely over her sensitive balls. “Me playing with your balls while you jerk off for me.”

Amber’s moan was soft but desperate, her whole body trembling as Alysa’s words blended with the physical sensations overwhelming her.

“Y-yes,” she managed to whisper, a single word carrying all her need.

Amber let out a broken sound, a muffled groan. Her eyes were fixed on Alysa’s hand, on the way her fingers moved so naturally around her balls, as if she weren’t completely destroying her. The image burned into her mind. Her cock throbbed hard in response, aching, somehow even harder than before.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Amber leaned down and kissed Alysa, a rough, desperate kiss. Her free hand slid over Alysa’s body, cupping her breast and squeezing it, her thumb brushing over her nipple in a way that made Alysa gasp directly into her mouth.

“Ah—” Alysa gasped, arching into the touch.

Her fingers tightened reflexively around Amber’s balls without meaning to, and Amber nearly lost control right there.

“Yes,” she whispered against Amber’s mouth. “Touch me. Touch me everywhere.”

Amber didn’t need to be told twice.

She stroked herself faster, hips rocking as she kissed Alysa like she was starving, hands roaming with no plan other than wanting more.

Everything felt urgent and messy.

Alysa held her breath as Amber’s hand massaged her breast again, fingers squeezing firmly enough to make her whole body shudder. Another wave of heat rushed through her, her body still sensitive and clearly not satisfied.

The kiss deepened instantly.

Amber’s tongue slid against hers, claiming her, needy, as if trying to say everything she couldn’t put into words. Her other hand kept moving, faster now, soft sounds filling the room.

“Mmnh,” Alysa moaned into her mouth, arching her back as her nipple hardened against Amber’s palm.

Everything was happening at once.

Amber’s cock throbbed intensely against Alysa’s stomach with each thrust of her hips, pre-cum easing the glide of her movements over Alysa’s skin. The overload of sensations—kissing Amber while feeling her hand on her breast and her cock brushing her abdomen—pushed Alysa to the edge of another orgasm.

The combination left Alysa dazed.

“K-keep doing that,” she whispered, breathless, when their lips briefly parted to breathe.

Without thinking, her legs wrapped around Amber’s waist, a reflex of her muscles. She pulled her closer, her breath hitching as the pleasure built instead of fading.

“Fuck, Amber,” she moaned, panting. “You’re going to make me come again…”

Their lips crashed together again in a messy, desperate kiss.

Alysa’s hands tangled in Amber’s hair, fingers gripping tightly like she needed something solid to hold onto while everything around her blurred. The kiss stopped being pretty almost immediately. Tongues clashed, teeth brushed, breathing turned uneven. It was all heat and desire, their bodies moving together like they’d forgotten how to do anything else.

Alysa pulled back just enough to breathe, her forehead still pressed to Amber’s. Then she really looked at her.

Big mistake.

Amber’s face was flushed, her eyes dark and focused. Her lips parted, breathing heavy, completely undone—but still holding onto her like she wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. Just seeing that sent a sharp, overwhelming sensation straight through Alysa’s core.

“Fuck—”

She didn’t even finish the thought.

Alysa moaned against Amber’s mouth as she came again, her whole body tightening as pleasure took over. Her muscles trembled, her thighs clenching as her pussy contracted around nothing but the lingering memory of Amber filling her moments before.

The second orgasm sent waves of pleasure through her entire body.

Amber felt it happen. Felt Alysa’s body tighten beneath her, felt her tremble. The awareness that she’d done that—again—was enough to push her over the edge.

“I’m so close,” she gasped, her strokes turning frantic, her breath failing. “Fuck, A-Alysa…”

Alysa struggled to breathe as she watched Amber chase her own release. Her hand slid from Amber’s hair to wrap around her wrist, guiding her movements.

“That’s it,” she encouraged, breathless. “Imagine you’re coming inside me.”

The image was exactly what Amber needed.

She went rigid as the orgasm hit her, a sharp cry ripping from her lips as she came hard. Thick ropes of cum spilled from her cock, splattering across Alysa’s stomach in warm, messy streaks.

“Nghhh—fuck, fuck, fuck,” Amber cried, her hips jerking uncontrollably, her breath breaking, her body trembling until it finally began to settle.

Her legs shook violently as the intense waves passed through her, her hand still pumping weakly until the last drops spilled over Alysa’s stomach.

When it was over, Amber let herself fall forward, her forehead resting against Alysa’s shoulder as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

Alysa’s fingers traced the cooling streaks across her stomach. “Look at that,” she murmured, satisfied. “You really gave it your all for me.”

She ran a finger through it and didn’t hesitate to bring it to her lips, tasting it and licking it like it was dessert.

Amber watched with half-lidded eyes, her chest still heaving, her penis slowly softening against Alysa’s stomach.

Then Alysa pulled her into another long, lingering kiss.

This time, their mouths pressed together gently, savoring each other, letting a quiet intimacy settle in. When they finally pulled apart, a mischievous smile appeared on Alysa’s lips.

“Never again,” she said, lightly tapping Amber’s nose with her finger. “If I want your attention, you give it to me immediately. Understood?”

Amber let out a soft little laugh, still dazed from the high. “Yes, ma’am. I promise I won’t let Magic distract me from my beautiful girlfriend’s desires anymore.”

Alysa laughed, warm and affectionate, and pulled Amber back into a slower, softer kiss.

“I missed you so much,” she admitted quietly, her voice brushing against Amber’s lips.

Her arms wrapped around Amber’s neck, hugging her tightly. Amber returned the embrace, gently cupping Alysa’s face in her hands.

“I missed you too, my love. It’s been a busy month.”

After a moment, Alysa pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against Amber’s, letting out a long, exaggerated groan. “Anyway… ugh, my back,” she whined, shifting at the edge of the table. “And my ass… holy shit, my ass hurts so much.”

“Um… you mean… because of…?” Amber asked.

“Yes,” Alysa groaned, tilting her head back just enough for Amber to see the messy, blissed-out expression on her face. “You… you fucked me so… God, so well… I’m ruined. I’m… I’m basically a puddle.”

Amber tried not to laugh, biting her lip, because damn, Alysa was ridiculously adorable right now.

“I don’t even think I can… stand properly,” Alysa admitted. Her legs felt like jelly, her knees trembling at the mere thought of getting off the table, and she leaned more heavily into Amber, fingers lightly digging into her shoulders for balance.

“Baby… can you… carry me?” Alysa asked, her voice soft and needy, her eyes half-lidded and incredibly vulnerable.

Amber immediately, carefully—almost reverently—lifted Alysa into her arms, holding her close against her chest. Alysa wrapped her arms around Amber’s neck, nestling into her shoulder with a content murmur.

Amber was heading toward the bathroom when Alysa’s forgotten phone started ringing.

Alysa looked at Amber with an apologetic expression, and Amber let out a sigh, changing direction toward the bed. Quickly, Amber grabbed the phone and handed it to Alysa.

“What do you want, Ilia?” Alysa asked, answering the call with a sigh.

“Wanna play a round of Fortnite?”

Amber let out a small smile at the guy’s invitation, and Alysa felt her cheeks flush.

Perfect timing, Ilia!

“I can’t…”

“She can, Ilia,” Amber answered, loud enough for him to hear.

“Awesome! Get in, I’m waiting!” he replied, hanging up.

Amber quickly took the phone out of Alysa’s hands, tossing it back onto the bed.

“But…” Alysa tried to protest as she was carried toward the bathroom.

“We’re going to take a shower, and then you can play on my laptop,” Amber said with a smile. “Baby, you destroyed me. Go have fun with Ilia while I curl up in the fetal position on the bed.”