Clarke and Emory met a few weeks ago and hit it off instantly. They have been best friends ever since. Emory however has had eyes for Clarke a lot longer the just a few weeks. An attempt to impress Clarke back fires and changes things for the both o...
Janet kissed Clarke, backing her towards the couch where she playfully pushed down on to it. She stood in front of her in a hat and trench coat.
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"I missed you a lot." She said softly as she slowly opened her coat, revealing nothing but black lingerie underneath. Clarke gulped as she stepped closer towards her. Janet could feel Clarke's warm breath against her stomach, sending chills through her. She watched Clarke make small circles around her navel with her tongue and gave her sweet, wet kisses all over. She closed her eyes for moment and let head slowly fall back as she focused on Clarke's soft wet lips against her skin.
"God no one feels the way you do." She moaned softly as she played in her dreads. Clarke lifted her head and looked at her. "How do you do that?" Janet asked kissing her on the forehead.
"Do what?" Clarke asked taking hold of her hips.
"How do you look at me like you seeing me for the first time all over again?"
Clarke smiled. "Because for me baby, it is like the first time every time. Not a day goes by where I don't ask myself, how'd I get so fucking lucky.
Janet touched her face, bent down and gently kissed her. They fell into the kiss, as Clarke allowed Janet to straddle her waist. Janet rocked her hips as Clarke's teeth grazed her neck. She sucked at her skin making moan softly.
"Mmmm baby." Janet was wet and aching for her. "Harder baby." She moaned.
Clarke complied and Janet hissed a the pain she felt. She grabbed Clarke's shirt, pulling it up and over head. Janet swirled her tongue into Clarke's mouth as she continued to moan for her.
With both hands, Clarke grabbed Janet's ass. Her hands trailed up the arch in her back and unhooked her bra.
Janet leaned back, Clarke holding her in place as she watched Clarke lick and suck at her nipples. "Bite it baby... make it hurt." Janet cried out breathlessly. "Fuck baby!"
Clarke stood up and flipped them over. Janet laid back on the couch, Clarke on her knees in front of her now. She watched as Janet slowly spread her legs. Clarke could see the evidence of her wetness through the silky black panties.
Janet gripped her panties, ripping them from both sides and exposing her wet, throbbing sex. "You see what you do to me baby?" She said softly. Clarke smirked then stood to her feet.
"I wanna see you touch it." She said.
Janet slid her fingers down between her smooth and shiny, allowing Clarke to catch a glimpse of her piercing.
Clarke stood to remove her jeans and slid her hand into her boxers. "I'm wet for you too." She said watching Janet push 2 fingers inside of herself.
She motioned for Clarke to come to her. Clarke leaned in and Janet traced her lips with her slick, wet fingers. "If you're a good girl, I will give you more." She teased.
Two can play the teasing game, Clarke thought. She quickened her strokes. Her stomach heaved up and down and her boxers now riding lower on her hips. Her dreads fell in different directions over her shoulders.
Janet's imagination was running wild. She wanted to know how wet Clarke was. "Take them off, I wanna see you." She said slowly sliding her fingers in and out, creating a wet spot on the couch beneath her.
Clarke removed them as asked and just as Janet thought, her thighs were slick with excitement.
"Shit." Janet said as she fucked herself harder and faster.
Clarke grabbed a chair from the table and carried it over to where Janet was. She sat down directly in front her, hips forward, with legs spread. She made sure Janet's eyes were on her her and she sucked on her fingers before pushing them inside of her own wetness.
Clarke held the arm of the chair tightly with her free hand. Her strokes began to match Janet's. She could see the beads of sweat glistening on Janet's torso, her eyes were closed tight and her hands were drenched in her own juices. Clarke could tell she was getting closer.
Janet had slid so far off the couch that her hips now hovered in the air, thighs flexed and supporting her weight as her body began to tense. Small cries of pleasure escaped her lips until she couldn't hold back any longer. She thrusted her hips forward violently and the evidence of her orgasm had created a small puddle on the floor between her legs.
She looked at Clarke and smiled deviously. Clarke's hips jerked wildly as Janet crawled up between her legs. She kissed and sucked at her inner thigh, then gently pushed her legs further apart.
"Mmm baby... please don't stop." Janet said and stuck her tongue out slowly. She took long, slow and agonizing licks to Clarke's drenched center as continued fucking herself. She gripped Janet's hair and began fuck her mouth.
"Baby," Clarke moaned loudly, "I'm gonna fucking cum baby, shit!" She closed her eyes tight as she came multiple times. Her juices filled Janet's mouth and dripped down her chin.
Janet looked up at Clarke and smiled as she wiped her mouth with her hand and licked it off.
