Come Get Me

Dillion and Tia crawled home wrecked at dawn—Tia crash-landed face-first and slept like the dead. Dillion, still humming on adrenaline from every dirty thing they’d done the night before, was pacing the hallway, hard nipples brushing her tee, wet cunt pulsing every time she replayed it. She’d had enough waiting. Without a sound she vaulted onto the mattress; the bounce jolted Tia awake like a slap. A blindfold snapped around Tia’s eyes. “Present for you,” Dillion grinned, swinging a leg over her face so those big, creamy tits dropped straight into Tia’s palms. Tia laughed—low, lazy, still halfway asleep—thumbs circling nipples that stiffened fast. Dillion eased back off, stepped slowly, bed squeaking beneath her, forcing the blindfolded girl to crawl behind her, bare knees whispering over the carpet. They crossed the hall into the spare room, walls painted in warmer shadows. They melted together, mouths hungry, tongues sliding, spit slick. Dillion reached behind and popped Tia’s bra free; the cups slid down until soft cleavage met tongue. Tia sealed on one stiff pink nipple and sucked hard while hands cupped full flesh, squeezing it, shaping it, moaning around the suction. Tia tumbled back onto the spare bed, legs parting automatically. Two quick tugs and her panties peeled away, catching for a beat against her heels. Dillion knelt, breathed her in, then dragged a teasing stripe from clit to slit and back again with just the tip of her tongue. The first real flick made Tia’s hips jerk, her tiny shaved pussy already glistening. Dillion plunged in—deep, sloppy, deliberate—tongue-point hunting for the slow swollen throb inside. Flavor burst across her palate. She lapped harder, fingers curling tight over rounded thighs to hold them open, dragging moans out of Tia in hot bursts. Heat in her own cunt jolted higher; she straddled Tia backwards, spinning so the girl could arch up and get payback. Taut thighs framed Dillion’s pink smooth lips as hot tongue flicked upward, once, twice, laps broken only by open-mouthed panting—then thinner lines of finger-greedy saliva vanished inside. Glass winked in the light. They circled the cool, studded toy with mouths in tandem, strings of spit connecting lips and ridges. Dillion pushed the bulb past Tia’s flushed seam, twisted it until every rising bead slipped inside. Tia opened greedily. The dildo sank deeper—slow full stroke followed by another quicker one, tiny bubbles of squirt foaming around it every backpull. Tia peaked, crying out, hips frantic, hand fisting the fitted sheet. Her pussy pulsed so hard the toy rode outward on each tight contraction. Dillion yanked it free, crawled forward, offering her slick folds and that delicate bud. Tia’s mouth found it first; warm suction gulped gently, teeth scraping nothing but promise while two long fingers curled in deep, pounding against the little V just right. Dillion trembled, shrieked tiny breathless yesses. The tongue curled, flicked faster—Tia sucking and finger-fucking at the same exact rhythm until Dillion’s slit flooded hot and her abs locked, abs coming in free-fall for a split second. The touch merged. They rolled together mouth-first, each on top in half-matched angles, pillows kicked under butts and legs hooked tight. Wild inverted nineteen, tongues drilling side-shifting depths while eager fingers captured the bounce of each clit. It was noisier this round—wet squelch of swallowed licks, sloppy kisses between, thighs shaking visibly at the knee hollows until they came together harder, louder than before, no rhythm left, simply joyous surrender. After, Tia grinned like the devil in her afterglow haze, plucked the blindfold free, and winked it right over Dillion’s pretty annoyed expression while the two of them caught short desperate laugh-broken breath.