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Ingrid and Hannah: #1

I Harto you(r)...pussy.

It was going to be the best surprise ever. Hannah went to a talk show interview for the fifth time within four days. She didn't even have time to do a new video for her YouTube account, so I felt a bit sad for her. I wanted her to get her life back on track, fun - the way she liked it. Although she never complained, I could tell she was more stressed than she usually was.

She'd have a little break - because of me.

I waited for her to get home first. Sitting on the sofa with a glass of red wine, awaiting the jingle of her keys unlocking the door.

When I heard that, I was expecting her to be whistling a tune that was stuck in her head that day. She didn't though, which indicated that she was exhausted or in a bad mood.

I got into my position as she walked through the door. She didn't call my name that day, which was odd. She always called my name to tell me she was home. I stood still.

Her footsteps were loud on the wooden floor, along with the sounds of her jacket being taken off. She sighed heavily.

Resisting the urge to ask how she was, I waited for her to walk into the living room.

Her surprise didn't exactly go according to plan. She walked straight to the bedroom, then I heard her flop down onto the bed. My poor baby.

I walked into the room after her, stood in the doorway and watched her. Her face was buried into the sheets and I heard soft sobbing. It was so unlike her.

"Baby-girl," she didn't flinch. "It'll be okay, I promise." I walked over to her and got onto the bed. Without looking up at me, she smiled. "That's my Harto," I softly tangled my fingers into her hair.

She spoke, but her words were muffled by the white sheets. I laughed, "pardon?"

"I said," she lifted her head, "Harto-my-ass,"

"Hey," I used my firm tone. "Harto - pride and joy. What happened?" She frowned and dropped her face down again, letting out a groan. "You know that sound is best when it's for pleasure." I joked.

"Harto should be dead." She ignored my joke, which was unlike her. What was going on?

"Well," I started, gripping her hair softly, "I Harto you," I tightened my grip, making her gasp and moan a little. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, "and your pussy." She smirked.

"I Harto-" I hushed her by pressing my finger against her lips.

"You're going to shut up," I grew tired of the morbid atmosphere. "You didn't even notice what I was wearing." I scolded her suggestively, getting off of the bed. She sat up to get a proper look at me as I stood in front of her.

"Holy f-" I hushed her again, this time by putting my finger to my own lips.

"I said...you're going to shut up." She kept on eyeing my outfit. I knew she'd like the complicated straps and leather. "Baby, you still got that strap-on on you?" I licked my lips.

She shook her head and opened her mouth to speak, but I hushed her and she smirked at me. She was about to get up to fetch the strap-on, but I held out my hand to indicate 'stop'.

I happily skipped to the drawer to get it. Feeling her stare burn into my skin, I smiled to myself.

I walked back to the bed with the strap-on in my hand. She watched me silently, so I decided to be even more seductive. I held eye contact with her and took the tip of the strapon in my mouth, sucking it lightly and licking around it. I could tell Hannah was already aroused, but she tried her best to not shuffle as much.

Knowing her, she liked feeling like she had a dick, and she always wanted to fuck me as though she had one, so me sucking that strap-on hard in front of her really got her wet.

"You want it?" I asked in between licking the sides of it. She bit down on her lip as her head bopped up and down eagerly. "Pants." My hidden instruction was understood by her and she immediately pulled down her pants, obeying me. I gently gave it to her and licked my lips again as she put it on.

I couldn't describe how much I wanted her. I pinned her back down on the bed and began roughly making out with my significant other.

I slowed down because I realised this was supposed to make her feel relaxed. I kissed her neck passionately whilst slowly unbuttoning her shirt.

I tried to control my mouth on her skin - she couldn't have marks because of her work.

Once her shirt was off, I cupped her breast and began massaging it, bringing my lips back to hers. Our lips moved in sync, feeling each other's warmth.

Positioning myself correctly, I felt the strap-on against my barely covered pussy. Her fingertips traced the lips in between my hips, but I told her to stop immediately. I started half-grinding against her, spreading my wetness. I moved on top of her slightly harder than before so she could feel me.

"Tonight is your night." I whispered into her ear before returning to her neck, carefully sucking along her chest and shoulder. Suddenly, her teeth were on the straps and, before I could calm her down, the straps had loosened. "Fuck, you're so talented." She just smirked at me before I pushed her back down, regaining control.

With more of my body exposed, her hands roamed to places they weren't supposed to be at the time. Feeling her fingers brush over my ass, near my anus, I flinched.

"Baby!" I shrieked in shock.

"Don't act like you don't like that," I smiled as our lips got together again.

Her strap-on was inside of me as I rolled my hips on top of her. She gripped my hips as I did this. As I bounced up and down, I couldn't help but let it hit my clitoris. I put myself on cloud nine, not wanting to come down.

Soon, though, I realised this wasn't only for my pleasure. I slowly got off her and instructed her to lay on her stomach. I gracefully let the straps and leather fall off my body before I kneeled behind her.

Firstly, I kissed along her spine, soon developing into delicate bites. She gasped at how good it felt - not caring that I'd most probably leave marks on her back.

She arched her bum outward, practically begging me to bury my face in it. I licked around her crack, admiring her round cheeks. My wet lips brushed down the middle of her butt before I let my tongue clean out her asshole. I ate her ass out for the first time ever, actually enjoying hearing her whimper and moan like that, knowing that her breath and heartbeat sped up like that because of me.

"You like this?" I asked, not moving my face from my position. Her loud moan told me everything.

I turned her over and let her thighs hug my ears as I kissed the top of her core, not wanting to infect her vagina in any kinda of way. My fingers played inside of her, three of them stretching her very slightly.

At first, I fingered her slowly, but after a while I lost my own patience and gave it all to her, speeding it up and thrusting harder. She was screaming my name so loudly that I was pretty sure there would have been complaints from the neighbours.

Within a few minutes, my baby hit her climax and orgasmed all over my fingers.

"Do you feel better?" I lay down beside her and kissed her cheek. Her smile was the answer I looked for.