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๐ค๐ข๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข: SMUT
๐ด๐๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค๐ฐ: +18, public sex, anal sex
You and Bada have been girlfriends for two years, and somehow she still never got to experience one of the most electric holidays from your home country: Carnival.
At least not until now.
With the heat blasting over 95 ยฐF, the two of you were dancing inside the "Navio Pirata" bloco in southern Sรฃo Paulo.
Your hair was sticking to your sweaty neck, mixed with the glitter you'd generously smeared across your chest. The tiny shiny blue skirt matched the barely-there top perfectly.
Bada was already completely hypnotized โ not just by the insane energy of the crowd, but mostly by you.
So gorgeous, so sweaty like that... it had her fantasizing about all kinds of inappropriate shit she wanted to do to you right there in the middle of the bloco.
"You having fun, babe?" you asked, flashing that electric smile that always melted her.
Bada stepped in close, wrapping her big, firm hands around your waist.
"You have no idea..." she answered, voice thick with that naughty edge.
She pulled you even tighter, burying her face against the curve of your jaw and pressing light, hot, teasing kisses there.
"This little outfit is kinda attention-grabbing, huh?" she murmured against your skin. "I caught a bunch of guys staring at you..."
The kisses trailed down slowly, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You were already breathing hard.
"Bada, what are you doing...?" Your hands instinctively slid up to her arms, squeezing lightly.
"I think I need to show this whole crowd who you belong to..." She grazed her teeth lightly over your neck and sucked hard, marking the skin. The moan that slipped out of you got swallowed by the pounding funk blasting through the speakers.
One of the hands on your waist drifted to the hem of your skirt, slipping under the fabric slowly, no rush, until it found the lace of your panties โ already soaked through.
"Bada, we can't..." you tried to protest, voice shaking.
She cut you off with a low "shhh," almost a purr.
"Stay quiet for me, okay, my love?"
Her fingers started rubbing your clit over the thin fabric, slow, firm circles. The pressure was perfect โ exactly the way she knew drove you crazy. You bit your lip hard, trying not to moan loud, but the sound still leaked out, muffled by the noise around you.
Bada smirked against your neck, feeling how drenched you already were, the lace basically glued to your skin.
You tried to close your legs on instinct, but Bada pushed her thigh between them, keeping you spread open for her.
"Open wider for me, babe... don't hide what's mine," she ordered softly, husky voice right against your ear.
Her fingers slid the panties to the side with annoying ease โ because you were already dripping. The first direct touch on your sensitive skin pulled a choked little whimper from you, which she swallowed with a quick, possessive kiss.
"Fuck... look how wet you are just from me touching you in the middle of the street," Bada murmured against your mouth, fingers now circling your swollen clit slowly. "You're pulsing in my hand... you want me to put them in already, don't you?"
You nodded fast, eyes half-closed, body shaking.
"Please, babe..."
She let out a low, dangerous, satisfied laugh.
She loved when you called her that.
"Ask properly, come on. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to this soaked little pussy."
"Make me come right here in the middle of the bloco..." you whispered, voice cracking.
"Good girl," she praised, nipping your bottom lip before sliding two fingers in at once โ slow at first, letting you feel every inch. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby..."
She started a steady in-and-out rhythm, curling her fingers to hit that spot that made you see stars. Her thumb went back to your clit, pressing in fast, firm circles.
"Bada... I'm gonna... I can't hold it..." you whimpered, digging your nails into her arms.
"Oh, you're definitely coming..." She sped up, thrusting deeper, faster.
Your head fell back, eyes squeezing shut as the wave of pleasure crashed through your whole body.
"No, no. Don't look away."
With the hand still on your waist, she lifted your face, forcing you to meet her eyes.
Hers were pure fire โ hungry, demanding. She wanted more. So much more.
The orgasm hit like a freight train, your whole body locking up, thighs shaking around her hand.
A moan came out way too loud, but Bada covered your mouth with hers, swallowing the sound while you came hard, clenching and pulsing around her fingers, soaking her entire palm.
She kept moving slowly as you came down, drawing out the aftershocks until you went limp against her.
"That's it... you did so good, baby..." She pulled her fingers out slowly, bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean, eyes never leaving yours. "My favorite flavor..."
You were still panting, legs shaky, when she pressed your sweaty bodies together in a tender hug.
"Deep breaths, pretty girl," she said, brushing her thumb over your cheek.
"When we get home, I'm gonna fuck you from behind on the bed, and I'm gonna make you scream my name so loud the whole city knows you're mine..."
She nipped your neck lightly, adding another hickey.
"You hear me, kitten?"
"Yes, my love..." you gasped.
Bada flashed that wicked smile that always drove you insane.
"Then dance with me right now, gorgeous. Grind that perfect ass back against me... let me feel how much you're still throbbing."
She pulled you back into the thick of the crowd, hands on your waist, bodies glued together. Then she leaned in and whispered against your ear:
"This isn't over yet, my love..."