(F4A) The Lesbians

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38nyears old, completely naked, body shining under a thin layer of sweat that made every mark on her skin stand out. Dark love bites scattered across her throat and the tops of her breasts. Finger shaped bruises on her hips and the soft insides of her thighs. Reddened patches where Nia’s hands had gripped and twisted and owned her for what felt like hours. Her hair stuck to her forehead and the back of her neck. Her chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven breaths. She looked wrecked eyes glassy, lips parted, thighs trembling.

Nia was only twenty-one and looked nothing like tired.

She had Meera pinned against the wall, one knee shoved between the older woman’s legs to keep them open. Nia’s tongue dragged slowly through the slick hollow of Meera’s armpit, tasting salt and heat, while her fingers worked Meera’s nipples pinching, rolling, rubbing hard enough to make the submissive whimper.

“Keep sucking,” Nia ordered, voice low and calm.

The thick strap-on was already pressed against Meera’s lips. Meera opened obediently and took it in, the silicone sliding over her tongue. She sucked in a steady, messy rhythm, spit already starting to drip down her chin and onto her chest. Every time Nia’s hips rolled forward, the cock pushed a little deeper, forcing Meera to adjust, to take more.

Nia licked a long stripe up the sweaty crease of Meera’s armpit again, then bit the soft skin there just hard enough to make Meera moan around the strap. Her free hand never stopped abusing Meera’s nipples pulling them outward, twisting, then soothing with the pad of her thumb only to pinch again a second later.

“You’re looking beautifully disgusting” Nia murmured against the wet skin of her armpit, almost affectionate. “Sweaty. Marked. Drooling all over my cock. And still so fucking needy.”

Meera’s answer was only a broken sound around the strap-on as Nia pushed it deeper, fucking her mouth in short, controlled thrusts. Spit ran down Meera’s chin in thick strings. Her knees threatened to give out. Nia simply pressed her harder into the wall, keeping her upright while she continued to lick and suck at the salty skin under Meera’s arm, never letting the stimulation on her nipples ease.

The room smelled like sex and sweat. Meera’s body shook with every rough tug on her nipples and every wet thrust into her mouth. She looked completely used—tired, overstimulated, dripping and Nia showed no sign of stopping.

She pulled her mouth away from Meera’s armpit just long enough to speak against her ear.

“Don’t you dare stop sucking. I’m not done with you yet.”

Then her tongue returned to the slick, oversensitive skin, and the strap-on pushed forward again, filling Meera’s mouth while her nipples were twisted hard enough to make fresh tears gather in the corners of her eyes.

Nia pulled the thick strap-on free from Meera’s mouth with a wet sound. Strings of spit stretched between the silicone and Meera’s lips before breaking and dripping down her chin onto her already marked chest.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

Meera obeyed on shaking legs. Nia didn’t give her time to settle. She kicked Meera’s feet wider, grabbed a handful of her sweaty hair, and shoved the strap-on between her thighs in one rough thrust. The thick cock sank deep into Meera’s cunt, already soaked and open from everything that had come before.

Meera cried out, forehead dropping against the wall. Nia didn’t ease up. She fucked her hard deep, punishing strokes that made Meera’s tits bounce and the love bites on her skin flush darker. One of Nia’s hands stayed fisted in her hair, pulling her head back; the other reached around to twist and tug at her nipples again, never letting them rest.

“Take it,” Nia growled against her ear. “You’ve been dripping for this all night. Now fucking take it.”

Every thrust forced a broken sound out of Meera. Sweat ran down her spine. Her thighs trembled. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Nia kept the pace relentless, angling the strap so it dragged hard over the spot that made Meera’s knees buckle. When Meera tried to close her legs, Nia only forced them wider with her own and fucked her harder.

Meera’s orgasm hit like a wave she couldn’t stop. Her cunt clenched tight around the strap-on, a rush of fluid spilling down her thighs as she shook and sobbed against the wall. Nia didn’t slow down. She kept driving into her through the climax, forcing the pleasure to stretch out until Meera was oversensitive and whimpering, body jerking with every thrust.

Only when the last tremors started to fade did Nia finally still. She stayed buried deep for a moment, breathing against the back of Meera’s neck, then slowly pulled out. Meera’s legs nearly gave way.

Nia turned her around with a firm hand on her jaw. Meera’s face was a year streaked, spit-smeared, eyes unfocused. Nia leaned in and kissed her, slow and deep and claiming, tongue sliding into her mouth like she owned it. Meera kissed back weakly, still trembling.

When Nia pulled away, she held Meera’s gaze for a second. Then she spat squarely onto her face thick, deliberate, the spit landing across Meera’s cheek and lips and sliding down as Nia spits again on Meera face and smears it all over her face with her palm.