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“It looks good," Lan Zhan says, her voice audibly hoarse even over the phone.
Wei Ying is barely managing to keep her giggles to herself, teasingly pulling her panties further down with the tip of her finger. She inches the phone so that her cheeks are on full display in the mirror, wiggling them slightly. She lowers herself, even more, the suction dildo stretching her hole just right. Wei Ying hears Lan Zhan's breath hitching and she takes this opportunity to end the video call.
Perfect, just like the way she has thought. Wei Ying has been planning for this very moment for the past week now.
Ordering red lingerie? √
Doing her sexiest makeup and hair look? √
Getting the biggest dildo she could find? √
Video calling her girlfriend while she's at work? √
Getting the hardest fuck she well deserves?
Well, she is working hard for the last step.
Both of them have been quite busy this past month, not even getting time to do anything more than trading some quick kisses. And Wei Ying is a girl with needs and dildos can only provide her some relief. Nothing like Lan Zhan’s skilled hands and her favorite strap-on. The way her tongue glides on her cunt, fucking into her until she wrecks a minimum of five orgasms out of her. She is drooling at the mere thought of it.
From how much Wei Ying knows Lan Zhan, can read her face even through the phone, she had looked ready to bang her into next week. Just like Wei Ying wants.
Wei Ying pulls up from the floor, sliding off the dildo, leaving her aching for the fullness. She adjusts the thong back again, putting the sheer red gown over her. She takes one last look at her reflection and even Wei Ying has to admit that she looks good. Lan Zhan will be like a full beast tonight and Wei Ying cannot wait.
She happily bounces back to the bed, doing some last-minute checking before carefully settling in the middle of it. Excitement is bubbling inside of her as she waits, taking more pictures and sending them every five minutes. All of them are seen the moment she sends them.
It does not take long for Wei Ying to hear the door open and slamming shut. She startles from the light sleep she had been in. Heavy footsteps pause right before entering and then the door opens wide, hitting the wall behind with a loud thump.
“A-Ying” Lan Zhan pants, her face sweaty as if she had run all the way, which might as well be the case. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted. Her dress is ruffled, her silky black long hair a mess.
“Lan Zhan” Wei Ying whines, jutting her lower lip out pitifully, “What took you so long? I dressed up for you! Do you like it?” her tone changes from teasing to hoarse and she sees the moment Lan Zhan’s barely their restraint break.
“You are having fun, aren’t you?” Lan Zhan takes slow and threatening steps toward her, removing one piece of her outfit at a time. She is dressed in a baby blue silk slip dress, her hair flowing behind of her. Wei Ying can only roam her eyes lustfully over her girlfriend as she stops near her, wearing only the white bra and to Wei Ying’s delight, her red panties. They do not match but to see Lan Zhan in her panties, pleases her, that physical claim that only she can see.
“I’m not er-jiejie,” Wei Ying says innocently, “I just wanted to try this out”
Lan Zhan chooses this time to crawl to her, her stance like that of a predator, her sharp eyes never leaving hers as she crowds Wei Ying between her arms and the bed rest.
“Wei Ying, perhaps, you are unaware of the power you hold on me” Lan Zhan rasps against her neck, her tongue swirling on her collarbone. “You know how difficult it was for me to focus on what my boss was saying? Will my achingly beautiful girlfriend take responsibility for that?” Her breath is now hot against her ear, teeth grazing her earlobe.
Wei Ying wriggles closer until her mouth is against her jaw, “Was A-Ying bad?” She whispers, biting the sharp jaw, making sure she hears the perfect way Lan Zhan’s breath hitches in her throat, “then maybe mommy should punish me any way she wants”
The moment the words leave Wei Ying’s mouth, she feels a sharp pain that blends into pleasure in her scalp as Lan Zhan catches her ponytail, yanking her head back. She nibbles on her bared throat earnestly. Her gaze pins Wei Ying as she lowers her on the rose petal-covered mattress. Her lips move hotly on her own, not even giving Wei Ying any room to breathe. She tries to push Lan Zhan away but her grip does not waver. She leaves the moment she sees Wei Ying’s face going red and even then, she does not look apologetic.
“Will A-Ying be a good girl and take everything?” She says lowly, hands not leaving her waist. Wei Ying nods almost enthusiastically.
Lan Zhan chuckles deeply, that alluring one where her lips tilt-up, “Good girl” she whispers, stroking her head gently, so gently that Wei Ying has to hide her face in her shoulder.
“Lan Zhan, you can’t—” Wei Ying begins but never gets to finish. Lan Zhan’s palm has clamped over her mouth, her other hand keeping her wrist pinned above her head.
“I will do the talking” Lan Zhan commands in that sexy voice of hers and Wei Ying finds herself surrendering right there. Her tongue latches onto her still covered by lingerie nipple which is already pebbling under the fabric.
“You think, this—” She pinches her hard nipple, fingers drumming on her panties before pulling the band and letting it hit her skin. Wei Ying shudders at the sensation, fisting the bedsheet as Lan Zhan trails down to her panties, licking a thick stripe.
“You are so wet, sweetie. Did that dildo stretch you enough?” Her fingers play against her pussy, teasing as they keep the constant pressure but do not enter her. Her fingers are deft as she plays with her.
Wei Ying cannot take this, “Need you in me” She whines, clawing at her chest but Lan Zhan only holds her wrist tight, bringing them to her own chest.
“Play with yourself,” she says casually as if she didn’t just push three of her thick fingers inside of her at the same time. Wei Ying can only follow her command, fondling her own breasts, and letting the fabric fall down.
She rocks her hips down on Lan Zhan’s fingers who keep sliding efficiently in and out of her. Moans keep breaking out of Wei Ying, her head thrown back as Lan Zhan’s tongue assaults her pussy, fucking into her with her finger and her tongue. She sucks her suddenly, leaving her a breathless mess. Lan Zhan eats her out efficiently like she has been starved off for too long.
Lan Zhan's tongue licks her, pushing in and out of her, tingling her with a warm breath, all the while keeping her fingers in. When she looks up at Wei Ying, her eyes dark with desire, her chin glistening with her release.
“Taste yourself, sweetie” Lan Zhan says, her voice rough as she brings her hand to Wei Ying’s mouth. She licks her hand enthusiastically, letting her own taste bring her to the edge. Noticing her close, Lan Zhan’s pace goes hard and rough. Her thumb kept that pleasurable pressure on her clit.
“You are so fucking tight, my Wei Ying. No matter how many toys I have put inside of you, how many dicks you have taken and yet—” a sharp echo of a slap resounds in the room and Wei Ying comes, her voice gone as she weakly pants, her orgasm wracking her limp and motionless.
“You haven’t even taken my dick, sweetie. Isn’t this too easy?” Lan Zhan teases, stroking her head gently, her fingers tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear.
“A-Zhan- let me just catch my—” She somehow makes her mouth move but Lan Zhan seems to have some other plans. She leaves Wei Ying alone and cold on the bed and opens her closet. From this angle, Wei Ying can hardly make out what she is holding. She makes a quick show of getting herself out of her under and then she is—
“Is that a new strap?” Wei Ying cannot help but squeak out as she finally sneaks a look at the strap Lan Zhan is fitting on her. That thing- it’s fucking huge! Thicker and longer than anything they own. When did Lan Zhan even buy this? When was she planning to use this on her? When?
Lan Zhan turns to her, her eyes raking over her half-naked body. Wei Ying lets her leg slide to the edge of her panty, pulling it down slowly and throwing it over somewhere.
“Won’t you come to me, my lovely Er-Jie?” And Lan Zhan is back on her before she even gets to finish her sentence. She kisses her like a lady on a mission, brutal and consuming. Wei Ying tastes the light tang of iron on her lips.
The dick presses hard on her crotch, Lan Zhan’s hand kneading her ass, pulling and pinching. She flips her to her front and before Wei Ying can stop being dizzy, the dick is pushing inside of her. Wei Ying cries, clenching around the too thick for her dick. It hurts so bad, so good that Wei Ying feels tears prickling her eyes, falling down to her cheeks.
Lan Zhan grabs her waist as she roughly fucks her open. Wei Ying is gasping and drooling all over the bedsheets.
“Faster, A-Zhan” She begs, “Ruin me for anyone else, ruin me!” She almost screams the last words.
Lan Zhan’s hands move to her breasts. They look so small as she cups both of them, caressing the skin first before twisting her nipples, making Wei Ying arch her back as squeaks.
“Already ruined for anyone else” Lan Zhan almost growls, “Nobody can touch you but me, Wei Ying” She pulls out of her completely as she grits the words out, slamming back, “Only for me” She sounds drunk as she mercilessly keeps pounding into her.
Wei Ying feels like liquid being molded into a new version of herself, her orgasm building fast and hard in her. She revels as she opens her eyes and sees Lan Zhan looking feral, almost close to herself. She rolls her hips down, matching the brutal pace Lan Zhan had set.
It does not long for both of them to cry out each other’s names. Lan Zhan falls on her chest, panting roughly in her ear. She is yet the first one to recover, climbing off of her and settling behind her.
Wei Ying makes an inquiring hum. Her answer is Lan Zhan flipping her so that her pussy is right against her face, “Clean me up, Wei Ying”
The aftershocks keep Wei Ying barely coherent but that will never keep her away from pleasuring Lan Zhan. She opens her mouth and takes the dick in first, licking it clean of her own slick. All the while Lan Zhan watches her, her hand rubbing circles on her back lazily. Once Wei Ying deems it clean, she gets the dick out of her mouth with a plop.
She flushes as she licks Lan Zhan’s come off her pussy, smearing it all over the inner of her thighs. Her girlfriends taste heavenly. Wei Ying can never get more of the saltiness of Lan Zhan. She swirls her tongue lazily up to her clit, letting Lan Zhan guide her mouth to the right places. This time when Lan Zhan comes, she comes all over Wei Ying’s face. She loves to hear Lan Zhan comes, despite her calm and steady personality, when she comes, it’s loud and perfect. Maybe Wei Ying could make this her ringtone one day.
“Lan Zhan, I love you” She dazedly whispers against her stomach, letting Lan Zhan stroke her hair until she falls asleep. She sleeps with a smile on her face as she hears Lan Zhan say the words back, “Love you, Wei Ying”
When she wakes the next day, Wei Ying wakes with the feeling of fullness. Two dicks filling all of her holes and Lan Zhan sucking her nipples.
“Ready to continue what we left, sweetie?”
“Always” And loses herself to Lan Zhan once again.