The room is warm with the echoing sounds of your shared breathing. She pulls you on top of her, legs tangled together, her hands gripping your hips as she positions you exactly how she wants. You’re both soaked. When your pussies press together, slick and hot, you both moan at the contact.
She starts moving first, slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against yours in a slick, messy rhythm. The wet sounds of your bodies sliding together fill the room. “Fuck, baby,” she breathes, eyes locked on where you’re connected. “Look at us… so fucking wet.”
You rock against her harder, chasing the friction, your swollen clits rubbing perfectly with every movement. She reaches down and spreads herself open wider with two fingers, pressing your pussies even closer together. The new angle makes you whimper, hips jerking involuntarily. She gasps when you grind down harder, her own thighs starting to shake. “Keep going, just like that. I want to feel you soak me.”
The pressure builds fast. You’re both grinding desperately now, slick coating your thighs, the obscene wet sounds growing louder. She suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you down hard, rolling her hips up to meet you. You come on her first, a sharp cry leaving your lips as you squirt against her, hot and messy, soaking her pussy and thighs.
The feeling pushes her over the edge right after you. She moans loudly, body trembling as she squirts back against you, your releases mixing together in a warm, slippery mess between your bodies. She keeps grinding through it, slower now, dragging out every last pulse until you’re both shaking and breathless. When it finally fades, she pulls you down into a deep, lazy kiss, her hands stroking your back.
“God, I love when we make a mess like that,” she whispers against your lips, smiling. You laugh softly, still trembling, and kiss her again.
She settles between your thighs like she has all the time in the world. Her hands gently push your legs wider, and she leans in, pressing a slow, warm kiss right against your pussy. “Hi, beautiful,” she whispers, lips brushing over your clit. “Look at you… already so wet and pretty for me.”
She drags her tongue up your slit in one long, lazy lick, humming softly at the taste. “Mmm, there’s my favorite girl. So soft and sweet.” She kisses your clit again, slow and intentional, before sucking it gently between her lips. You twitch, a quiet moan slipping out, and she smiles against you.
“That’s it,” she coos, voice low and affectionate. “You like when I kiss you here, don’t you? My sweet, needy little thing.” Her tongue circles your clit, then dips down to push inside you, fucking you with slow, deep strokes while she keeps talking.
“Always so eager to let me taste you. I could stay right here for hours… just kissing and licking this pretty pussy until you’re shaking.”
She makes out with your heat like it’s her favorite thing in the world; slow, wet, open-mouthed kisses mixed with soft sucks and gentle licks. Every time you moan or roll your hips, she praises it. “Good girl… making such a mess for me. You’re doing so well.”
When you finally come, she stays right there, kissing you through every pulse, murmuring soft, sweet words against your oversensitive skin until you’re trembling and breathless. Only then does she crawl up your body, lips shiny, and kiss you so you can taste yourself on her tongue.
She smiles against your mouth, eyes warm. “Love talking to her,” she murmurs. “She always listens so nicely for me.”
It is not x reader if you describe the readers fucking key features.
“As he gazed into your blue eyes…” I have brown eyes.
“You’re pale porcelain skin.” I’m black
“Your hair was a mess but you were late so you put it in a messy bun and ran out the house.” I have short ass dread locs.
Genuinely I’m getting sick of this shit. It’s sad that POC creators have to make their own fanfics and specify it’s only for POC because anything else uses specific attributes that usually only a white person could have. It’s such a fucking turn off to read a good fucking story and then for some reason the author has to fuck it up by adding “your silky hair.” Like wtf is happening? If you have a person in mind then you can make it a character x oc that’s okay! But it is NOT x reader when you’re literally turning us into something that’s not even us. Like do some of yall not realize white peoples are not the only ones reading this shit? Ik many ppl have addressed this but some ppl rlly aren’t changing and it’s just so odd to me. If u want to specify how the “reader” looks. Do everyone a favor and just say it’s an OC there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not fair to people. And it’s not even just about POC. Just in general. Like imagine a brunette reading that shit and it says “your beautiful blonde hair” like???? It’s not fair, it’s just weird. It’s not x reader, it’s x oc and seriously that’s okay!
everything that surrounded you was pure bliss, starting off with the view of your girlfriend on top of you, rubbing her wet pussy on yours soaking as well.
“hmm… you feel so good…”
her moans are so rare yet so ethereal. her hair brushed against your face once in while when she could hover herself. she loved the sight of your face contorted in pleasure, your tits slightly bounced with every thrust, and she would grope them anytime she wanted.
her hands gripped on you faster time by time, feeling the sensation of her wetness painting your body, your swollen clits bumping against each other with so much lust. she wanted to own you, she needed to show you that you were hers.
“mmh… agh! no one could ever have you like this, right? you’re my good girl, my sweet good girl”
she peppered kiss all over your leg, you would try to cover your face with the palm of your hand: the squelching sound of your cunts kissing was making you feel embarrassed, that until she moved your hand to shook it with hers.
“don’t cover that beautiful face… you look so fucking beautiful…”
Note: I didn’t put specific dates, but the list for each week will be the one I will post under that week. If there are unfortunate circumstances that will make me miss one from my list, I will still continue posting them all. So even if we're already in week two or the month has ended, I’m not gonna abandon my kinktober.
"fuck, baby.. please, stay still," she says, pressing her cheek to the inside of your plush thigh, one hand holding it open while the other was sliding the handle of the game controller up and down your soaked panties. the round end of the controller pressing to your clit every time before she slides it down to the wet patch right on your folds, circling it with the hard surface. your hips buckle, trying to chase the small amount of friction you were having: puffy folds already so so sensitive and clinging to your penties uncomfortably.
"that's it, you think you can fit it in?" she chuckles at her own question, thinking about it. the handle was short, round and thick, if it was about to push into you… not more than just few millimeters, right? but that'd be so cute. "it'll smell like you.." she added in breathless voice, placing a kiss on your thigh before tapping the hard handle over your clothed pussy again, pressing on the clit.
"won't fit!" you protested, shaking your head. the pleasure of the plastic handle of her controller was weirdly too good, every time you tried to move your knees together she would push them even further apart.
she pouted at your protest, knowing you were right: it probably wouldn't even be possible as we speak, but the thought made her head spin. she sighed, kissing your thigh again before pushing these soaked panties to the side with her long fingers, stroking your folds now directly with the controller. they were parting, making wet sounds every time she moved the handle up and down, then pressed it harder which only made you squirm and whimper.
