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- You always wanted to do it, ride your partner’s face during oral
- But there were too many Ain’t-Shit Niggas™ in your life who were afraid of suffocating between your Chocolate Thunder™ thighs
- And you didn’t know how to approach Okoye at all, so you just let it fade to one of your unattainable fantasies
- It was only when you were halfway into a bottle of Gentleman Jack, and your pussy juices were dripping down your thighs that you asked her
- “Babycakes—“ *hiccup* “Are you afraid to die?”
- Okoye threw her head back in a laugh before she replied, “It is a part of life, my love. If I go, I go.” She paused, eyes squinting. “Why do you ask?”
- “Because I wanna sit on your face, and these thighs are a sure-fire way to go.” You were blunt, liquid courage flowing through your veins.
- She choked on her shot, nearly hacking up a lung as she tried to get herself under control and not laugh at your adorableness
- “Never mind, goddamn. Since you’re so shocked, you OBVIOUSLY never considered it.” You rolled your eyes, trying to cover up the hurt blooming in your heart.
- You shoved yourself away from the table, walking by her in a huff only to be caught in her strong arms
- “My love, you know I will do anything to please you. And eating you out is like enjoying a delicious snack.” *smirks at me*
- “It will bring me no greater joy than to be blessed by Bast’s gift of these warm thighs.”
- You trembled as she dragged you onto her lap, pelvises and chests lined up perfectly
- You could feel a blush forming underneath your dark skin as you realized how much of a strength kink you had
- And you catalogued it away for future investigation
- Her hands dragged your dress up slowly, finger tips teasingly pinching and plucking at the newly-exposed skin before flinging the dress into a corner
- She swiveled her hips, the warm leather dragging deliciously against the thin cotton of your panties (the only thing you had left on)
- You knew you were moaning in her ear, but your clit was throbbing and slick was already dripping from your pussy
- She slipped a hand inside your panties, catching a bit of dew and popping it in her mouth
- A deep guttural groan leaves her
- Okoye picks you up in one smooth motion, slinging you over her shoulder and announcing, “My dinner is about to be served!”
- You both enjoy every second
- When you kneeled over her face gingerly, one of her wide hands smacked your ass cheek
- Okoye laughed as you shrieked and bucked into her mouth
- “Either you keep grinding, Y/N, or I will make my little puppet dance for me”
- You rolled your eyes but secretly you enjoyed when she got all dominating and used a firm hand (pun intended)
- Her tongue was fucking phenomenal
- Okoye would swirl it around your clit like she was tracing a path to your soul
- And then she would suck your entire clit and lips into her mouth and you’d keen til she let up
- She kept up this pattern until you were flung off the edge to your orgasm
- AND THEN Okoye would keep going, regardless of how sensitive you were
- By the time you came three in a row, you were a sweaty, trembling mess and fully relaxed on her face
- She lifted you up from your mouth so she could speak
- “Come on, my love, you can come one more time for me”
- You frantically shook your head no, nonverbal at this point
- “Do you need to safeword?” She paused, waiting for your confirmation
- But with a hesitant shake of your head, Okoye grinned wide and said, “That’s a good girl! Now this time , I want you to scream my name”