celestial

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Last edited » August 2, 2023
Author's Note » hello fellow horny people
Referenced Movie(s) » N/A
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* Contains: Making out, vaginal fingering, light orgasm denial, oral, scissoring

Soft chuckles left your lips as Dash finally showed mercy. Your legs still spread by her body, you softly pant, closing your eyes to truly relax. Evidently, you weren't the most able-bodied or strong, especially compared to your same-sex peers.

You opened your eyes when you felt Dash start moving. She was leaning down for another kiss, and you welcomed her for your lungs seemed to have recouped. However, you would soon find that lip-locking was not her sole objective, but rather the prerequisite for succeeding events.

You slipped your hands into her hair so you could persuade her to pull away. "Dash, I've never-"

"I haven't either, it's fine." She paused before trying to escalate the kiss again. "...Unless you don't want to?"

"No, I.. do, I just... probably suck." She then laughed and leaned back down. Her right hand swept her hair to the side so it didn't tickle your face.

It took you two a second to start working together, but as Dash's hands flew under your shirt, your tongues found their place, literally and figuratively. It was already very clear who was in charge and who would furthermore retain that role. Holding a bunch of Dash's hair as she gently caressed your breasts, she took them out of your bra in the same tender manner.

"Am I your first?" she checked upon an interval to catch your two's breaths. She also used the time to remove your shirt.

You smiled, "Would that change anything?" Her eyes softened.

"I'm kidding." You didn't expect her to reduce to nothing so quickly. It pained you. "I've only romantically held hands, until now anyway."

Dash then smiled, lifting her arms when you also wanted her shirt off. "Not funny."

"Sorry." All was forgiven. Dash used the hair tie on her wrist to confiscate her tresses.

has she been planning to.. oh my god —Dash doesn't casually carry hair ties. She didn't mind her hair being down, which explains the severe length, and you've only seen this change when a soccer game is tight. But even then, she has to ask a teammate for the accessory because an updo is so uncommon. This behavior is so evident, in fact, that the stands murmur when Dash puts her hair up, and apparently, CHS doesn't and has never lost after that point.

Your legs jolt when Dash grazed your pussy after slipping her hand into your shorts. Her lips were back where they belonged. Feeling her smile as she discovered the absolute mess you were making, you desperately moan into her mouth as she insert one finger. Dash was testing to make sure you were ready as a second digit soon entered.

She laughed when you could no longer kiss her as her middle and ring fingers plunged in and out of you; the sound of sex filled your bedroom as your toes tightly curled. You mewled and huffed against Dash's lips, still holding her close.

"Shit," she hissed when you grabbed the hair closest to her scalp the second she kissed your neck.

You apologized, taking your hand out and finding the covers instead, but Dash smiled and reassured you it was fine. She even put your hand back and was not afraid to repeat her first action.

You squeezed her body in between your legs, which restricted her arm's movement but Dash adapted quickly. Her fingers adjusting to massage the roof of your vaginal walls, you loudly cried, scrunching even further.

Alas, Dash was only accumulating a mass amount of heat and tension in your pussy for nothing but clitoral stimulation could make you release. Even when you stretch yourself out with a dildo, you have to stimulate the bundle of nerves if you want anything out of masturbating.