Miquela said nothing. Finally, she was getting it.
“Dios mio.” The more wound up she was, the more Spanish Miquela spoke, as if she shed every secondary, tertiary language that supposedly made her sound more refined in America.Quite the contrary. Let me hear the real you.“Incredíble.”
Sette considered that high praise from a woman who probably wasn’t used to turning into a puddle of sex the moment her back hit her bed. But that was the deal she made with Miquela when they came back here, turned on exactly one light in the corner, and got to work taking off some clothes.Then we can do whatever the hell she wants. I’m sure it will be intense.
As intense as this? Jury was still out.
Miquela may not have had the curvy thighs of Sette’s grandest fantasies, but she was still sowomanlythat the moment Sette had her naked from the waist down, she didn’t hold back. Her mouth gunned for that finely shaved pussy and began doing its thing. Miquela tasted like the ambrosia she occasionally calledout while rolling through waves of pleasure from nothing more than Sette’s lips and tongue.
Miquela’s legs raised into the air.No greater praise than that.Up there with how wet she got. Or how deep those guttural groans became. One undulation of pleasure after another rolled beneath Sette’s face, pressed against her, breathing her in.Musky, sweet.Miquela’s hips bucked. Her hands found Sette’s hair before both grabbed the pillow beneath Miquela’s head.
“Ah, fuck,” Miquela moaned, completely giving in as Sette likewise loosened up. “Así.”
Sette kept her grin of triumph to herself.Of course I know what I’m doing. She circled Miquela’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Light, teasing touches. Miquela’s thighs trembled all around Sette’s head. Soon, a hand slapped down. Sette’s left arm was crouched beneath Miquela’s leg, so she took the opportunity to take that hand and help her ride through what would probably be one of the best oral orgasms of her life.Or I’m handing in my lez card.
“Más,” Miquela breathed. “For the love of…así!”
Sette gave her what she wanted. She drew Miquela’s clit into her mouth, sucking gently. Then a little harder. Miquela cried out with a sharp, beautiful sound. Her back arched off the bed as she squeezed Sette’s hand and matched the rhythm set only a moment ago.
“Sí… sí… así… no pares…”
Sette’s tongue moved faster, slamming against Miquela’s folds and taunting her clit. She could feel Miquela’s climax building. The muscles in her thighs tensing. The way her breath caught in her throat every time she dramatically exhaled. Sette likewise took a quick breath before sliding two fingers inside her. Curved them just so. Miquela gasped, trembling.
“Fuck,yes.”
She was tight inside, and the jerk in Sette’s soul wanted to quip about how Miquela probably didn’t allow “many visitors” inside her pussy.Yet here I am, taking you over. Controlling your pleasure. Making you so wet that you’re a slut for my fingers.One of Sette’s signature moves was sliding her tongue in on top of her fingers, taking in the increasingly intoxicating musk that slid out with her fingers every time she stimulated a woman’s entrance. She did that now, her eyes locked on Miquela’s scrunched face of surrender as her knees shook in the air and her off-white blouse became more wrinkled as the seconds wore on.
An intense heat bloomed between Sette's own thighs. She ignored it. Her focus was absolute. The scent of Miquela's arousal, the taste on her tongue, the tight clench of her pussy around the fingers… it was all a drug, and Sette was getting high on her own prescription.
She fucked harder, attempting to completely unravel Miquela. Each thrust was punctuated by a rough lash of the tongue against that swollen clit, which had taken more than its fair share of punishment from Sette’s pursed lips.
Miquela was a wreck. “Dios… tu mujer… qué…” Her words dissolved into another gasp. Her hand clawed at the sheets, twisting the fabric. She was losing control, and it was magnificent.
Sette lifted her head just enough to speak, intent on tearing this top apart. “You have such a perfect pussy.” Her fingers didn't stop. They drove deeper, curling to hitthatspot. “So tight forme. So fucking wet.”
Miquela shuddered so violently that a helpless moan escaped her lips.Yes, someone talking dirty to you. How do you like it?She almost asked that.How do you like your quiet little femme tearing your pussy apart with the same fingers she paints pretty pictures with?
“I can’t stop.” That’s what Sette said instead, diving back down. She sealed her mouth over Miquela’s clit and sucked, hard, while her fingers pistoned into the wet recesses of another woman’s greedy body. “You’ll never forget me.” Her words were muffled by flesh, but the intent was clear. This was no longer about mutual pleasure. This was about making Miquela hers, if only for this stolen, electric moment. The ache in Sette’s own cunt was a dull roar, ignored for the primal thrill of the hunt.
“Me voy a venir,” Miquela moaned. Soon, it was the only thing she could think about.
Thenven,woman.
Miquela shattered with a silent scream caught in her throat. Sette held her through it, her mouth and fingers never ceasing their movements until Miquela was finally screaming enough that Sette knew she had broken this butch in ways she probably needed.
That triumph was hot in Sette’s own loins as she smothered her face against Miquela’s pussy, catching every slight shiver of orgasm.It’s a good thing I fucking love pussy.Once she was in it, she forgot where she was. Truly, there was no greater pleasure than a pussy climaxing all over her face as she moaned against skin and drowned in psychological ecstasy.
Slowly, Sette withdrew her fingers. She placed one last, gentle kiss on Miquela’s thigh before looking up at her. Miquela’s eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. A single drop of sweat traced a path down her temple.
Sette crawled up the bed, stretching out beside her. She propped herself on her elbow and watched Miquela’s face and the slow return of awareness. Miquela opened her eyes. They were dark, unfocused. She looked at Sette, a smile spreading across her face.
“Venga aquí,” she said with a surprisingly husky voice.
Sette leaned in. Miquela kissed her, indulging in the taste of her own pleasure. She broke the kiss, fingers tracing the line of Sette’s jaw.
“Eres una diosa,” Miquela whispered. “There is suchtalentin this country.”
“Enjoyed yourself, did you?”
