maddy is for sure a mean top. very bossy and she always wants her way, and she gets her way. she’s not persuasive at all and if you do something that pisses her off, she’s standing on whatever punishment she has for you.
rue on the other hand is very sweet. she’s always very lenient with you and her words are always sweet like honey. she can be assertive but her words are never sharp like maddy’s. it works, really well. it’s a balance in your relationship.
especially during sex.
like now, you were on the bed between rue’s legs as she held your titties in her hands, her fingers wiping against your sore nipples every now and then. maddy was between your legs, her knees keeping your legs open so your puffy pussy was in full display for her to use. she had this vibrator attacking your clit for a while now. overstimulating your clit until your close to making a mess but then taking the toy away, edging you and teasing you for thinking she was gonna let a bad girl cum.
“you wanna cum? you think i’m gonna let you cum when you pulled that earlier, you brat.” maddy spat the words out of her mouth, moving the vibrator away from your pussy. you cried at the action, sinking into rue’s arms in despair, this isn’t the first time maddy edged you, and you knew she was far from being done. “bad girls don’t cum.”
“my baby isn’t a bad girl, isn’t that right, baby? let maddy know you’re a good girl.” rue kissed you next, whispering softly in your ear. “please, maddy. i’ll be good, i’ll be a good girl please let me cum, please.” maddy rolled her eyes at the audacity. laughing at your attempt, she’ll respect it. “it’s too late for that bullshit. don’t let rue trick you.”
you whined at the response, your pussy clenching around emptiness. you were desperate for a release, desperate for maddy to have a change of heart. “don’t listen to her, baby. you’re my good girl.” rue’s hand left your titty, reaching down to your leaking pussy. she sunk her fingers inside of you, keeping them still and keeping you full. “sometimes good girls need reminders, yea?”
If there was one thing about rue, it's that her world was very, very, very...purple.
when she was high, everything was that powerful shade of amethyst. when she was sober, the grape-flavored sugar inch her just a little closer to that short-lit buzz. It wasn't coke, but it was definitely a sugar.
she wasn't the one for pink. that was cassie's thing. and Rue? well, Rue's not cassie, if you couldn't tell already.
but you know what she really, really loved, that just-so-happened to be pink?
the beautiful, flesh-colored flower that lay nestled between your thighs.
the pink, puffy lips she’d bury her tongue between when candy wasn’t enough. the wet muscle that would lick and slurp at your clit like the leftover carbonated soda at the bottom of an aluminum can.
her lips would still be sticky; too drained to properly lick up the high-fructose residue before settling on something better. sugar wasn’t enough…it wasn’t pure like her name spilling from your lips as quietly as it could.
no additives, no gluten, no chemicals, no risk…just pussy and lust that sent Rue’s hormones into overdrive.
saliva dripped down her chin, creating a sticky, sloppy mess between your thighs that dribbled onto the sheets. and when her mouth wasn’t busy, her hands were.
long and limber fingers plunging in and out of your greedy pussy while she laid feather-light kisses to your aching clit. the room would fill with wet, pornographic sonic waves; Rue’s relentless slurping, your gutty moans, the creaking of Rue’s aged bedframe.
but if you’re lucky…you’ll hear it. the unusually stable tone of your lover making a confession.
“you taste just like grapes, baby… ’s my fuckin’ favorite.”