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Yves kisses hard, the pressure almost bruising, desperate for contact everywhere she can get it. She balls her hand in Chuu's shirt and tugs her closer.
As much as Chuu would love to match the eagerness, she slows it down. She grasps Yves's wrists, stopping the older girl from sliding her hand into Chuu's pants. She moves away from Yves's hot, open mouth to pepper kisses along her jaw, smiling when she hears Yves whimper.
She's just below Yves's earlobe when she whispers. "My place is only five minutes away. Let me take you there?"
Yves nods.
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As Chuu catches her breath, Yves makes her way to the side of the bed. She sits down and slips her jacket off, a movement so casual it's as if she's the one who lives here instead.
Chuu watches as Yves stares at her bulge, embarrassed by how much she's tenting with only a few kisses. Yves wastes no time, reaching out to tug at Chuu's hips, guiding the nervous girl to stand in front of her, gentle strokes to her sides to calm her down.
"Haven't done this before?" Yves asks, halfway between a tease and a genuine question.
"Not with a girl as pretty as you."
Yves isn't used to sweet words being directed her way, especially sounding so honest. Most people defaulted to hot - the especially sleazy ones with flowery words like gorgeous or ethereal. There's something so charming about the simple compliment. Or maybe it's just the girl smiling down at her.
Yves toys with the loops of Chuu's jeans. She's face-to-face with the object of her desires, her mouth watering in anticipation.
“I want to suck your cock,” Yves says.
"Yeah?"
Yves looks up at the near-stranger. Heat shoots down to her core when she sees her eagerness matched - Chuu's bottom lip is tucked between her teeth and her eyes scream of desperation. She hears the belt unbuckle, the material dragging across denim, but her eyes don't stray from Chuu's face.
"Yeah," Yves answers.
Chuu smiles. It isn't cute, like before, any trace of nervousness evaporated. Her hand settles on Yves's head. She's surprised when the hand doesn't push her down, only providing a light pressure, as if keeping her steady. Yves is surprised by how comforted and excited it makes her feel all at once.
Yves starts tugging at the sides of Chuu’s briefs. Every part of her is screaming, needing it off, as if she'll shut down in an instant without Chuu's cock lodged in her throat. Chuu's hand starts to move, now stroking through her hair.
Yves licks her lips as the cock springs free, mouth suddenly feeling dry. She watches as it bobs a few inches in front of her face. If this were any other night, she'd have gripped it by now, uttered some half-hearted compliment about how big it is, or some other cliche. And it is - thick too.. but Yves can barely think, let alone string the words together.
Chuu's hand in her hair stops. Yves has to stop herself from whining at the loss of contact. "Is there something wrong?" Chuu asks. "We can stop-"
Yves leans in, licking at the head, eyes flicking up to Chuu's face. It gives a twitch, lifting from her tongue momentarily to drop against it. A drop of precum forms and Yves rolls her tongue around the head to lick it up. There's a hint of saltiness to it.
Chuu breathes out hard. Her hand grips down, tugging at the strands of Yves's hair. It's nothing near rough but Yves can feel her panties dampening with arousal. She wants more. She wants everything Chuu can give her.
Yves wraps her hand around the base, marveling at how stiff and powerful it feels resting against her palm. And so smooth too..
Yves directs it up against Chuu's stomach before moving down to lick at the underside. Starting from where her balls and shaft met, Yves stares deep into Chuu's eyes as she drags her tongue up to the head. She twirls the tip of her tongue around, once, twice, reveling in how it makes Chuu shudder. She kisses down to the base and lets go, the heavy shaft warm against her face.
"You're longer than my face," Yves says. She picks it up, starting to pump softly. "And so thick I can't wrap my hand around it all.."
"God.."
Yves closes her mouth around the head as she jerks slowly, suckling and teasing at the tip. Her entire body thrills at every new gush of precum, at how Chuu's grip on her hair gets tighter and tighter. She moans with delight, addicted to Chuu's taste already. Everything about this - how heavy Chuu's cock feels in her mouth, how sweet she sounds panting above her, how obvious Chuu's appreciation for her mouth is - makes her throb.
She sinks down as far as she can, lips stretched as Chuu seemed to get thicker with every inch. Her gag reflex stops her barely past the halfway point, her fist pumping away at the remaining inches. Chuu's hips twitch, surging forward and making Yves gag around the invading head.
Chuu's eyes flash with concern, apologies fluttering from her pretty lips, but Yves shuts her up by pulling back and flicking her tongue over the sensitive slit. She bobs her head up and down, hand moving in tandem. With her lips already stretched so wide, Yves can't help but wonder what it'd feel like to be split around the thicker base. It's a shame, but as long as her cunt gets stretched by it, Yves will be more than satisfied.
Yves resolves that she'll learn to take it all eventually. She imagines both of Chuu's hands guiding her down, cooing at her as she's forced to take it all.. only to be torn out of her reverie when she realizes. The thought that this - whatever this thing between them is - is only for tonight makes her chest feel heavy.
"Fuck, Yves.."
Chuu's breathy sounds and her lower, lust-tinged voice makes Yves clench in anticipation. Yves squeezes her thighs together for some semblance of relief.
Yves pulls off, strands of spit connecting her to Chuu's member. "If I stopped sucking you right now and made you fuck me," she says as she pumps deliberately, "how mad would you be?"
Chuu just laughs. "You'd be the mad one. With.. fuck.." She pauses, groaning when Yves's thumb circles the head. "God, with how close I am, I'd spill inside you for sure."
A litany of please flashes through Yves's mind. She's soaked beyond belief at the thought of Chuu filling her with cum. She knows sex is about the journey, but she's never been this turned on at the idea of the destination.
"What if I want you to cum inside me?"
Chuu's cock jumps in her hand. Yves thinks for a second that she had teased too much and made Chuu cum into her hand. For some reason, the idea of Chuu's release dripping from her fingers is more alluring than disappointing.
"Let me cum inside your mouth first," Chuu pants. "Then I'll cum inside you as much as you want."
Yves brings her head back down, amping up her efforts to speed up the process. Her hand jerks, eager, ready to wring every drop Chuu had to offer. Her free hand comes up to palm Chuu's balls, making her gasp. Yves allows herself a glance to appreciate how far gone Chuu is. No longer hesitant, Chuu meets Yves's every bob, thrusting into her open mouth and ignoring Yves's occasional gags. Chuu's other hand settles in her hair as well, holding her head in place. Yves's eyes flutter shut, focusing on her task, thrilled to be used so wholly.
"Fuck..!"
Yves hollows out her cheeks as she sucks down hard.
"God.. Yves.."
The wet sucking noises as Chuu fucks her mouth like a fleshlight makes her whole body tingle. Yves wonders if she'll cum just from this. Untouched, still fully clothed, so dedicated to Chuu's pleasure that she could erupt at any second.
"Fuck, I'm so close!" Chuu’s balls tighten in her hand, shaft twitching against her tongue.
Yves hears a deep moan as Chuu shoots a load directly into her mouth, as hot and addictive as she knew it'd be. Yves's throat bobs as she swallows everything Chuu has to give. She's greedy, eager to swallow every drop, but the sheer volume of it makes it impossible. Dribbles of it escape the sides of Yves's mouth, flowing down in streaks. It clears her chin and neck, absorbed by the collar of her shirt. She shouldn't find wearing Chuu's cum this hot, but knowing she milked it out of her excites her to no end.