2. ‘we pretended to be lesbian lovers to get a creepy guy to stop hitting on us, so we kissed to complete the charade and we both kind of liked it, so…?’ sex ( SORRY NOT SORRY??????? 8)) )
female company is rare at base, one rose to every five beatings of testosterone. a sultry whisper of a man inching past six foot, gloved digits upon clothed waist. it’s unwanted, skin prickled by thorns, && a touch that tarnishes tongue.
yanaha stands beside her, isa inched against her arm. the man attempts to gobble his greed, intoxicated by the tender facade yet too dense to see their thorns. she’s had enough, wants to claw with disfigured teeth, yet instincts tug to the girl with soft tips. fleshed fingers brush against her hand, clasp around palm && tug her close. lips pucker, delicate against her own. it’s a charade, that’s it, but there’s a storm that whirs in bones && causes the kiss to deepen. she only pulls back when combat boots stomp, gold flecked hues fluttering to watch the shithead leave. digits still curl around hand, tongue running across plump lip. a sweet taste that’s not her own– cherry, honey && a sprinkle of spice. isa craves more.
uniform a mess across floor, both stripped to bone. two bodies colliding, isa atop, lips against soft neck. she peppers kisses to her collarbone, hovers before teeth bite. it’s gentle, flesh betwixt teeth as she sucks. she wants yanaha to remember, not just with a memory, but with a mark that blossoms in tendrils. lips then fall to breasts, hues flickering to her features before they fall. tongue drags upwards against nipple && follows with a wet, bottom lip. bionic digits tighten against waist, hips grinding hard, yet not for long. she shuffles further, bends between her thighs as kisses melt against stomach. another bite, a little harder against hipbones, followed by a muffled moan. a yearning to make her shudder in ecstasy, one that’s nibbled at her brain for a long time.
isa then reaches thighs, both palms gripped firm against curvaceous flesh. pink lips press against inner skin, teasing && slow, && inch closer to her sex. she takes her time as lips pepper to the top of thighs, sucks gentle on tender flesh. she’s mere moments from making her moan, a slight shift of her head and tongue will begin to swirl. but she stops, hesitates as eyes raise. a small smirk etches into dimpled cheek, hues intoxicated. ❛ tell me how much you want me. ❜
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