okay but like. thigh riding and snz. specifically wlw or nblw bc there's not enough of that (big nsft & some spray under the cut, in second person)
just...your allergy-ridden girlfriend straddling your thigh. like a work of art, fully on display for you, desperately hitching at the scent of your perfume. it's obvious the pollen outside has been setting her off, and the sweet, almost floral scent of your fragrance is just the icing on the cake.
she leans in. inhales the scent off your collarbone. as she's doing so, she grinds down on your thigh, the sheer anticipation making her shake. a hitch. a-another-
"o-oh fuck-" she hitches one final time, and you're there to watch her perfect, strawberry lips part, mess already beginning to drip down her cupid's bow, before-
sopping wet sneezes, aimed haphazardly down at both of your chests, until the both of you are positively gleaming with spray. she whimpers, grinding down on your thigh a little more.
"so pretty," you whisper, hiking your leg up a bit to brush at her sensitive core, and she cries out, her nails digging into your arms.
"ti - tickles..." she whispered, her hips moving a little harder as she begins hitching again. her breasts shake at every movement, nipples hard and prominent underneath her pajama top.
"i'll bet it does, sweetheart," you trace your finger across her septum and watch her head dip back. "pollen's been doing this all day, huh? poor baby. bet you've needed this all day."
she's so purely blissed out on riding your thigh that all she can muster is a little nod. the hitching doesn't stop.
"go on, then," you say. you grab her chin and pull it back down to look at you, before letting her get a good inhale of your perfume. as you lean into her ear and she leans into yours, you can hear the desperation in her breath, and neither of you can tell which whimpers are from arousal and which are from the sneezes that desperately want to be released. "be a good girl, make a mess out of both of us."
it's like your voice unlocks a barrier in her head.
"Hh-hEISSHhEW! hUHATSHHUW! F-fuh - ESHHhEWW! huh-ESHIEWW! Oh-!"
by the end of it all, your chest is wet and so is your thigh oops
