Samantha

24 | lesbian | she/her | trans woman | very horny virgin |

[perfectlypinkstuff]

About Me

24, trans woman, lesbian, She/Her

TW: I don't tag what I reblog/post so read my kink list before following.

Do not interact:

All Men

No Age in bio &/ No profile picture

Bi/pan-lesbians

My kinks:

Ageplay, Breastfeeding/lactation, CNC, breeding, incest, forced orgasm/overstim, pregnancy, diapers/abdl/mdlg, trans woman supremacy, ABO (alpha beta omega), somno

Hard Limits: scat, sissy stuff, raceplay

[blxxxp]

"You know I can see it in your eyes that your scared, right? You do understand that you're allowed to say you don't want this, don't you?

"Even if I'm not the kind of person who's going to stop when I'm told to you could shout. If you make a scene somebody will intervene, get you out of this, save you from me."

"Honestly, I think this is probably the most pathetic way to get raped. Not manipulated, not forced, not drugged, just so mortified of inconveniencing another soul that you'd take being violated over telling someone no."

[blxxxp]

Thinking about hanging out with a boymoder who keeps talking about how she'll never be a beautiful woman. How she should just give up, throw her estrogen in the trash, and detransition. I try to suggest things she could do to look more like the girl she wants to, get new clothes, try makeup, get a haircut, but she just continues to insist its pointless.

"No one thinks I'm a woman, you don't either, you're just saying this cause you're supposed to."

That crosses a line. I stand up from the couch and loom over her. "Don't you fucking say that." Before she can process what's happening I put a hand on one of her shoulders to pin her and grab the hem of her hoodie.

"What are you doing!?" She sputters.

I yank the hoodie up revealing the t-shirt underneath. "I'm showing you how much of a woman you are." Holding up her hoodie with the thumb of the hand that pins her I grab one of her growing tits.

"S-stop, what the fuck."

"You're a woman now, this is what happen to women when they're alone at a strangers place." I squeeze her breast, letting my fingers squirm into it.

"Mmhmf," despite the circumstances the boymoder lets out a whimper.

"Sensitive aren't you? Looks like estrogen really is doing something." I keep squeezing and groping. Adjusting to chase the spots that make her whimper harder.

"Wh-Why."

"You're a girl and I like girls. There's nothing to be confused about." I pinch her nipple through her shirt and she lets out something between a yelp and a moan. I twist it in my fingers and she whimpers harder. Her legs start to curl in on her torso. I pull my hand away from her breast for a moment to yank off her hoodie, then her t-shirt.

Her arms limply comply as I pull her clothing off of them. When I finish she lies back against the couch, waiting for me to continue.

"Wow, these really are growing, people are gonna notice if you don't hide them. What were you planning to do in the summer? Just swelter in that baggy hoodie?" As I speak I grab both of her tits and begin to knead them in my fingers. "Jesus these are soft, I don't know how you keep yourself from touching them all the time."

"Mmh. mmh. mmmmm." Her mouth is far too full of whimpers to respond to any of my prodding.

"Those are some really womanly noises you're making. Listen to how high your voice gets when I play with you." I pinch both of her nipples and begin to twist.

"Aaah! Aah!" Her moans are nearly screams. Her back arches toward me.

I release her nipples and let her fall back onto the couch, breathing heavily. Her eyes quiver and slowly begin to focus again. I wrap my hand around the back of her head and pull it towards mine meeting her soft lips in a kiss. She melts into me, kissing me desperately, like she's afraid something is going to take me away. I gently pull away from her, still grasping the back of her head.

"Don't worry honey, I'm not going to let a pretty girl like you get away from me."

[blxxxp]

"So, how are you liking girls night?"

"It's nice! I was a little worried that I was gonna feel like the odd one out, but you all have really made me feel welcome."

"Aww, I'm glad."

"It's been great to have you"

"Yeah, I'm glad Ellie invited you."

"Y-yeah, me too. I'd um, I'd be happy to do dinner again sometime, or like, to go out with ya'll."

"Yeah absolutely!"

"Yeah I'll make sure to invite you next time."

"Thanks, that'd be really nice... I guess, um, I ought to get going."

"Wait, before you go."

"Hm?"

"Could you come here? I wanna check something."

"Oh, s-sure. What is it?"

"Here just, let me slide this up..."

"W-what are you doing! That's my skirt!"

"I'm just checking to see if you... oh wow."

"L-let go of me!"

"Nonono, stay here, I've got you, you can just stay here on my lap. Look girls, look at the stain here."

"W-what the fuck are-"

"Oh my god she's so wet."

"N-no I'm-"

"Ooh that's lovely."

"I'm-I'm not-"

"How long have you been like this? Have you been looking at us like that this whole time?"

"I knew I saw you staring down my top."

"I'm not-I wasn't!"

"Here let me take a picture."

"Nonononono don't!"

"Oh? You don't want me to take one?"

"P-please please don't."

"Alright I don't have to, but in return, how about you be a bit more honest."

"..."

"How long have you been feeling like this?"

"Um, I-I"

"Where exactly have you been looking."

"I've, um."

"C'mon sweetie, either you answer them or you let me take a picture."

[kidwound]

older siblings are always saying stuff like, "we're not allowed to date" and "we'll get in trouble" and "stop lifting your skirt up like that" and "I'm not hard you little freak and NO you can't check" and "no stop it really please" and "hhow do you know how to do that"

[sleepyjump]

its so fucking unfair that i never got to be a little girl

[sleepyjump]

or a teenage girl. who got to go to sleepovers and learn how to do makeup

[sleepyjump]

what do you even do when you keep mourning all the childhood you missed. do you just shrug and go back to work or what

[zotesaintofrenown]

These tags from @makeitwrite are too good not to share

[0ctober-night]

Flirting with the local age regressor by calling her neovagina "two-year-old pussy"

[gardenpuppygirl]

Hi chat is it normal to start automatically whimpering “Mom… mom mom mom” when you’re about to cum from masturbating? :3 What about “mom, stop, mom, no, please, please, please pleasePLEASE!!”, Is that chill? I think I am normal for that. Reblog if you want to squeeze those words out of me ^w^

[ashes2caches]

it literally isn’t cheating if you start a fling with a tgirl that happens to have a chaser boyfriend. his existence should be treated like an afterthought.

[coyoteguuurl]

what if i want it to be cheating?

[sweetestsixshooter]

"I'm sorry, I just, I have a boyfriend."

"Do you?" She furrows her eyebrows at the way you asked the question. "Wha…"

"I haven't seen you with a boyfriend."

"I showed up with him, he's-"

"Outside? He's been outside a lot tonight, huh? I've had my eye on you for two hours, and not once have you been on his arm. You keep checking your phone like you're waiting on something, but I don't think he's coming, baby."

Her confidence falters a note. "He's just, he went out for a smoke, he said he was coming back in…" You raise your eyebrows to reinforce your previous assertion. She falters under it, and reaches over with one hand to grasp her other forearm.

You sidle a little closer to her, bumping your arm into the fridge she's been standing next to, looking lonely. "I noticed you've been checking her out all night." You gesture at a redhead across the room wearing slightly too much lipstick. That one's been running her mouth to the little woman next to her on the couch ever since the party's host disbanded the half-assed attempt at icebreaker games, and the yearning on your conversational partner's face was so loud that you immediately knew she was missing something important in her life.

She blushes and turns away. "No, I, well, I just think she's really beautiful."

"You want me to get her number for you?" You don't want to get that number for her, but you know this pretty little thing is going to flinch at the notion of actually getting what she wants.

She plays right into your hands. "She's busy, and she's talking to that girl, and besides, she wouldn't want m-…" She tucks her lips between her teeth to smother the rest of the sentence, and she drifts to staring down between her feet.

You take a step forward and a bold step in the conversation, getting close enough to tuck a finger under her chin and lift to force eye contact. You murmur "She wouldn't want you? Why wouldn't she want you? Girl, you're a catch. You didn't come here all dressed up to look at the floor, did you?"

Her eyes get a few drops more watery, and she almost pulls away from your touch, but you take a second finger and run it under her chin again, and she almost puckers as she leans into the touch. A thirst she doesn't seem willing to admit touches her lips for a moment, but then she tries to protest "I came with my boyfriend-"

"Yeah yeah, your boyfriend. But I don't see him here now, with you. You're right here, with me, and I can see what he's missing."

You can feel the desperation in the way she leans forward. "What he's missing? What do you mean?"

"He showed up to the party with the most beautiful girl here, and somehow he's gotten fixated on the reflection in his truck's bumper outside instead of keeping an eye on his woman. I think he should be taught a lesson."

She pulls back a little past your outstretched fingers, but you don't cede distance, and she step back into the ample space available. "What? What are you saying? A lesson? He's just outside, he just, he was just getting a cigarette from her, he's coming back soon…"

"Oh, so he was talking to some girl? And somehow he forgot about you?"

She's on the verge of tears. "I, well, she was…" Her voice drops to a whisper, right about to break. "She's trans too, so…"

A cord unzips around your throat, the friction painful as you see this poor girl push herself aside to make way in her relationship for someone else just because they share a demographic with her. You step further forward and cup her jaw, staring deep into her eyes. "Oh, sweetie, do you think that's why he's with you?"

With an impressive degree of fortitude she manages to return your gaze, and you can see something vulnerable inside her unfurling under your attention. She murmurs out "He just said I'm his type, that he has a thing for tgirls-"

You cut her off with gentle firmness. "Baby girl, 'tgirl' is something that you get to say, not him. Do you like being called that?"

Her cheeks go red and she shakes her head in your hand a little. "I just want to be a woman, but-"

"No 'but' anything. You are a woman, and you deserve to be called that. What do you want to be called? How does gorgeous sound?"

Her lips part, and you can feel her breathing coming heavier. You adjust your grip to hold her chin like a chalice filled with angelic ambrosia, and you continue "Delightful? Sweet thing?" That gets a shiver out of her, and you can tell that if you find just the right phrase, you might get a moan out of her.

The air etches with the truest sentence of the evening: "Are you my little girl?"

You get the moan you were aiming for, and in the breathless moments she fails to respond you take another step forward and wrap your arms around her waist. You can see stars light in her eyes at your proximity, and she bites her lip for a moment before she remembers the chastity she's so foolishly trying to withhold. "Wait, no, I, I have a boyfriend, I'm lucky to have him, I won't cheat-"

You pull a hand around and put a finger to her lips. "No, you're lucky you found me. Now, cheating only counts if you're doing the same thing with someone else as you do with your boyfriend, right?" She nods her head slightly, and it's so blindingly cute it feels like looking into a supernova. You continue "So how about we do all the things he never does to you?"

[0ctober-night]

Going to frat parties just to find the "straight" girls who "only" kiss women when they're drunk. Finding a girl in a short skirt and crop top so tight her tits her practically spilling out... I manage to pull her away from whatever guy she was talking to and offer to pour her a drink. That's how it goes the rest of the night, handing her drink after drink until I'm holding her up because her knees have gone weak. It's when she starts stumbling that she asks me to take her back to her dorm.

So I walk her back, holding her tightly against my body under the guise that I don't want her to fall. She's so out of it that she doesn't fight me when she realizes we're actually going in the direction of my place, only mumbles out "where are we going?"

When I manage to get her back to my room, I plop her down on my bed. I work at her shoes first, then her tights, leaving the rest of her clothes on for now.

"You know... You're kinda cute..." The girl slurs, staring up at me with hazy eyes. I smile back down at her and rest my hand on her exposed thigh, ever so slightly rubbing my thumb back and forth on the soft skin.

"Yeah? You're pretty cute, too. I've been thinking about you all night," I confess. She giggles at the touch on her thigh, shivering like it tickles, and I take it as encouragement to slide my hand up a little further.

"I've done stuff before, like with girls," she says, eyes flickering between my face and the hand nearing her cunt. "I'm straight, b...but I get a little lesbian when I'm drunk."

"Aww, sweetie, I'm not a girl, but I'm a huge dyke." I finally reach her cunt, so warm and almost begging me to pull her panties to the side already. "I can make you feel really good. Maybe change your mind about that whole straight thing?"

She opens her mouth to argue, probably to say she's not actually a lesbian, but is interrupted by the feeling of my fingers breaching her panties and going straight for her clit. She throws her head back and gasps, all thoughts thrown out from the pleasure shooting up her body.

Things escalate from there, and before she can catch up, I've ripped off her panties and shirt, leaving her with her skirt draped across her hips. My cock hangs heavy from my hips, lube dropping from the tip and landing in heavy globs on her already soaked cunt. She's shaking in anticipation and drunken pleads for more are spilling from her lips. She's aching for me and can hardly stand it.

When I finally slide my cock inside of her in one hard thrust, I have to throw my hand over her mouth to keep her from gasping too loud. She slides her hand up my shirt and rakes her nails down my back, earning a bite to her neck that's sure to bruise. I fuck her deep and slow, taking my time with drawing out every little mewl and whine from her. I test out angles, finding out what she likes, all while keeping my thumb pressed against her clit.

This goes on for what feels like hours. At one point I pull out, grab her hips, and flip her on her stomach. Before she can complain, I'm sliding back inside of her again, this time reaching even deeper inside of her. I keep ahold of her hips for leverage and pull her back against me to match the rhythm. She arches her back and claws at the sheets helplessly, moaning into my mattress, "please, please I'm gonna cum, please don't stop!"

I use one of my hands to reach around and slip my fingers right where she needs it most. With just a few deep, hard thrusts, her wet cunt clamps down on my cock as she cums harder than she ever has before. When I'm certain it's over and she whines that she can't take anymore, I gently pull out and let her collapse into the wet mess below her. I play with the cum pooling between her lips, drawing a shiver out of her.

"Tell me what you are, baby," I whisper into her ear, close enough that my lips brush the sensitive skin. Another shiver.

She's so cumdrunk that she can't even come up with a rebuttal. "I'm a dyke."

[sweetestsixshooter]

You're Not Straight

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"Nope, you're not straight."

"I am, really."

"Nope. I know you too well."

"Prove it!"

"Don't think I forgot when you walked in on me in the bathroom. I certainly didn't forget."

"That was an accident!"

"And then it was an accident that you couldn't look me in the eye for three days?"

"I just felt like a pervert and I wanted to apologize again but you wouldn't let me."

"And did you ever think about why I wouldn't let you?"

"Because you're like, all up about 'people shouldn't apologize for things that aren't their fault!'"

She smirks at you. "You are so stupid. Such a useless, dumb lesbian."

"I am not a lesbian, really! It doesn't feel like it used to…"

"You know, you aren't even a real trans woman if you're not lesbian."

Any conjugation of 'not a real woman', even with other words inserted into the sequence, pushes your chest into a desperate futility and your mind into a blustering attempt to refute it, and she knows she caught you in her trap. Vindication stretches her smile even further as you attempt to stutter out contradictions that tangle their shoelaces together before they get out the door of coherence. You blush and stare down at the ground, and she takes the opportunity to press her arm against you and scoot close.

Way too close. "You know, I was disappointed when our parents got married."

You blush harder, feeling your chest go far too empty and hot about a stepsister that's been handsier with you tonight than any of your boyfriends ever were.

She scoots even closer, physically edging you toward the end of the bench seat, and away from the four seats behind her that she neglected when she pulled you down to sit next to her in the corner. "But whatever, it's fine, if we make them get divorced it won't even count."

The playfulness of her tone mixed with the pressure against you is making you shrink emotionally just as much as physically. "What won't count?"

"The sex we're going to have when we get home, stupid." She flicks your nose. "I wasn't complimenting your thighs because you did a good job shaving. God, you wouldn't know flirting if it hit you with a bus."

God.

With your sister.

Unthinkable.

But she's closer than any man has ever been to you, like she wants to be in your space, like she can't get close enough.

You cough, clear your throat, choke on words you didn't know the shape of, clear your throat again, and try not to make contact with the purple irises ready to snatch you out of here and take you who-knows-where to do god-knows-what.

You finally crack under take the pressure and look up at her, but you immediately shy back and away, clumsily grasping at pieces of paper with scribbled excuses to throw up in the face of the certainty dripping off her. "I don't even know how I would do it now…"

She starts to fiddle with her phone while she derides you "You really are so stupid. You know, my dad asked me to help you with school."

Your reflection turns inward. You thought that she kept coming into your room because she liked hanging out with her new sister, but she did always ask about your homework, before she inevitably discarded the topic and flopped down on your bed to poke and prod about how the other girls were treating you.

Your attention snaps back out of your head at a sound that makes the hair stand up on your neck and your cheeks sizzle like a skillet: The intertwined moans and exertions of two girls locked in sweat-soaked intercourse playing off her phone.

You try to mutter "What are you doing…", but your death whisper isn't audible over the lewd sounds accompanying a very explicit video that she shouldn't be watching at all, let alone in public!

You start to lift a hand to push her phone down, but when you do you realize that something else has lifted. Your tuck seems to have disappeared like a magic trick, and the moans oozing from the phone are putting you in real danger of full-tilt exposure. You snatch your hands back down and pull your sweater over your thighs to try to hide yourself, and you can feel your cheeks and forehead ready to melt steel when your stepsister nudges you.

You'd expect her to mock you, but her eloquence is just a tick of the chin toward your crotch before she pushes the phone further into your view. "Isn't she so hot?"

Maybe if you just concede and just agree to whatever perverted observations she wants to make, she'll put the damn porn away! "Yeah, her uh, black hair is really sexy…"

Your response distracts her from licking her lips, and she sounds confused for a moment, before breaking into a half-laugh. "Wha? Oh, the cis girl? Yeah whatever she's fine."

On the screen, the black haired woman has the other bent over a bed strewn with clothing that clearly left very little to the imagination before the roll of the camera started to document everything that might have come to mind, and the squeals of the trans woman are starting to remind you of feelings you had before you started HRT, and-

Your hands leap to cover your crotch outright, wildly obvious but completely necessary. Your jaw locks shut, and your stepsister smirks again. "Done enough studying?"

You shake your head and nod, or nod and shake your head, or whatever you did that worked because she puts the phone away, and you take a deep breath for the first time in minutes.

But then there's a ding from the overhead speaker and your ride slows to a stop. Your hand is abruptly yanked away to vividly display your outline under your clothes as she pulls you to your feet and starts to rush you out the door. "If we make it home before you go soft then I'll let you pick where we set up the camera!"

[0ctober-night]

Flirting with the local age regressor by calling her neovagina "two-year-old pussy"

[properplace]

oops! 🐄

[melancholymommy]

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

you had never been touched like this before.

sure, you’ve done things with girls, but never like this. you were laying on your back, legs pushed to your shoulders as i inspected your cunt. fingers spreading you wide so i could get a good look at what i was stretching. “you’ve never had something in your pussy, baby?” i ask tracing your folds.

“n-no, only my fingers..” landing a slap to your clit at the lack of manners. “no, what?? who are you talking to, baby?” gliding my nails up your stomach, anticipating.

“no mommy, i’ve never h- had anything inside me..” you trail off as your lip quivers at the attention your poor pussy is receiving. using my fingers to explore each part of your cunt.

“mommy is going to stretch you out, okay? it’s going to be a little painful but you can take it, baby.” reaching up to squeeze your nipples, fondling with your boobs as you begin to rut forward. “oh, is baby so needy to finally have some cock in her?” you whine at my words, eyes shutting as your head lulls to the side. i begin sliding one finger inside of you, your body clenching at the intrusion. you sounded so thoroughly wet and needy, soft moans spill from you as i began to stretch you open.

“there you go baby, just like that for mommy, let me feel what’s mine.” slowly adding another finger as you began to rock your hips harder. your face looked so fucked out already, body flushed, sweat forming on your skin, hair messy as you stared at me through your lashes. beginning to rub tight circles on your clit as your moans turned higher. “yes- yes, yes, that feels s-so good.” you chant as the circles grow tighter, quicker. “cum for mommy, let mommy hear how good it feels. what do you say, baby?” one hand on your clit as the other persistently fucks your hole, lewd noises filling the room.

“thank you mommy, thank you, tha-“ you chant as your legs begin to shake. riding out your high on my fingers as i suck on your nipples. tongue swirling all over your sensitive little buds. lining myself up at your entrance as your breathing returns to normal. “breathe for me baby, deeeep breath for mommy.” bottoming out as you scream at the intrusion. stilling my hips as you clench and adjust to the stretch. your hand coming to push my hips, “m-mommy, please move, i feel so full. i need you to move, please.”

slowly thrusting as i begin to stretch out your sweet, little hole just the way you need. your mouth left open as mommy drilled into your tight, warm heat. tip repeatedly kissing your cervix as you tried to run away from the pleasure. holding your tummy in place as i slapped at your clit. “no, no, no baby, you let mommy use what’s hers, take it like a good girl.”

[damnedlibrarian]

When lesbian spaces talked about trans girls all they said was either how delicious girlcock is and how hot transfem dommy mommies were or how they were perverted men invading lesbian spaces to rape women. But when you saw your trans little sister naked in your bed all you saw was a fragile little creature that wanted to be loved and that looked up to you as the biggest example of what a perfect woman is.

You two were always the closest, she loved to play dolls with you, to watch scary movies with you and hug you when she got scared, to go outside and play together. You comforted her in her first day of school when she was scared of the other kids, you comforted her when the bullies beat her up calling her a "faggot", you hugged her when your dad left the house when she came out as a trans girl. You were always there for her, forever.

Your sister is fragile like glass, she somehow convinced herself that she was a weirdo sex predator when she started giving you flowers and chocolate as gifts but in reality she couldn't hurt a fly even when she wanted to. When you started to put her gock in your mouth she started to whimper and apologize to you, she said "I am abusing your love.", when in reality your love was something blooming until it exploded at the very moment you were in bed.

When she penetrated you, you could see how red she was from all the action, you thought that expression was the cutest ever and it made you hug her even closer while doing missionary, her whimpers made your heart melt.

When she ejaculated inside you she got desperate from the thought of getting you pregnant, but you didn't mind a bit, she started to cry and call herself a monster. But you kissed her teary face and told her that she wasn't a monster at all, she was your beloved little sister.

[properplace]

stealing a private moment

[splattynatty1984]

Soft sex with Mommy…

She giggles along with you, shaking her head.

“You’re so cute,” she whispers, kissing your forehead. Your cheeks are flushed pink, sore from smiling so much. She’s been cracking jokes and making you laugh for fifteen minutes, and she loves the sound of your giggles almost as much as she loves the moan you let out as she slowly moves her hips again, driving her strap deeper into you.

“Shh, I’m trying to focus here, my sweetheart,” she says, nuzzling her nose against yours. You grip onto her arms, pulling your knees up to let her settle between your legs as close as she can be. “It’s hard work, making my baby feel as good as possible. Don’t distract Mommy from her very important task.”

She’s acting ridiculous, and you love it. The morning sun is shining through the bedroom window, a gentle warmth settling in the room. She thrusts slowly, from pulling out completely to bringing your hips together. Every time she does the latter, she stays deep inside you for a minute or two, grinding in small circles. It accomplishes two things—letting her rub the base of the strap on her clit and allowing for more closeness between the two of you.

She bottoms out and stays there, hips flush against yours, the strap seated fully inside you, and goes very still.

You both breathe for a moment, taking in each other’s scents.

“See,” she says, completely serious, “this is the hard part. Very technical.”

You burst out laughing and she does too, her forehead dropping to your shoulder, and the movement of it makes you clench around the strap. You gasp and grab at her and she laughs harder and then has the audacity to grind slowly while still giggling, which is genuinely unfair.

“Stop—” you manage, “—that’s cheating—”

“It’s called multitasking.” She lifts her head, still grinning, and starts moving again—that same slow devastating rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and pressing all the way back in until your hips meet and she grinds in those small tight circles. You can feel how deep she is on every stroke. You can feel the stretch of her, the drag of the strap through your walls, the way your cunt grips at her every time she pulls back like it’s trying to keep her there. “Mommy’s very talented.”

“Mommy’s very smug,” you correct, breathless.

“Also true.” She kisses your jaw. Your cheek. The corner of your mouth. Her free hand slides down between your bodies and her fingers find your clit—already swollen, already slick, your pussy wet enough that the sounds of it fill the quiet room every time she strokes through you—and she presses down in a slow firm circle that makes your hips jerk up.

“Oh—”

“There she is,” she murmurs, very pleased. The giggles have dissolved into something quieter now. She keeps both actions going simultaneously, the slow deep strokes of her hips and the firm circles of her fingers, and the combination is almost too much given how long she’s been keeping you right at the edge of everything. Your pussy is soaked around her, clenching with every inward stroke, your clit throbbing under her fingers, and she watches your face come apart with a soft smile.

“You feel so good,” she says. “So wet for me. Your pretty little pussy’s been so patient.” Her hips press deep and stay, grinding, and her fingers tighten their circles. “Taking Mommy so well all morning.”

You grip her shoulders harder, feeling your stomach start to clench and your thighs begin to shake.

“I know what you need.” She doesn’t speed up. She doesn’t have to. She just keeps that same steady relentless rhythm, deep and perfect. “Come on, baby. Give it to Mommy.”

It builds like a tide rather than a wave, your whole body gathering toward something inevitable, until it arrives and moves through you in long rolling waves. You clench hard around the strap as you cum, your hips grinding up against her hand, and she works you through every second of it. Her fingers are soft and persistent, her hips still rocking gentle, her voice low and continuous at your ear.

She stays inside you while you come back down. Neither of you move.

Then she shifts, and her nose bumps yours.

“It’s a miracle I was able to stay focused the entire time. You were extremely distracting.”

You laugh and she grins, bright and thoroughly pleased with herself, and kisses you once before you’ve finished.

“Such a good baby,” she murmurs against your mouth, still smiling. “Worth every bit of the effort.”