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loverrukk: pmiwwww, are you busy?
p’milk gmmtv: just reading lines at home. do you need anything?
loverrukk: the girls were showing me somethingg, i think you should do it too. it’s an online test :)
Milk sighed, already dropping the screenplay at the centre table. There was no point in trying to say no to Love. She always did whatever her girlfriend wanted.
p’milk gmmtv: sure baby, send it to me
loverrukk: yay!!! here it is
Love sent her a link that looked rather sketchy. When Milk clicked on it, her phone even averted it that the site wasn’t safe. For a second, she wondered if Love had been hacked or something like that, and if the link was indeed dangerous, but re-reading the messages she noticed that it was definitely her loverrukk.
Inside the site, Milk had to pause again. She changed between apps to make sure she was on the right link. It was. Love had definitely sent her that. This was the right thing.
But it looked weird. It was a black site, with a weird font and not much to do. She hoped for dear god that this didn’t bring a virus into her phone.
A BDSM test.
Love sent her a BDSM test.
Apparently she was doing that with her friends?
loverrukk: look! my results!
There was a screenshot attached. Milk didn’t dare to download it. She was still a bit stuck at the test staring at her in the other app. She had never thought about taking such a test, but since Love found out about her strap on she has been… adventurous. More than before.
It wasn’t a problem, not at all. If any, it was fun. But the way she moved around the subject so easily sometimes made Milk a bit shy. A lot shy. She was blushing very hard, alone at her own house, just by the idea of answering a bunch of questions about her sexual preferences.
Still, if Love asked her to do that, she’d do it.
Quick, in the dark, and without ever telling anyone about it.
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“Miw?” Love called from the apartment door, letting her voice drag in that petty style she liked to use when she wanted something from Milk.
No answer.
“Milk?” She called again, her voice a bit more normal.
No answer.
“Milk? Are you home?” She frowned now, waking into the living room and kitchen. Milk was still nowhere to be seen. Love considered for a moment that the girl might not even be at home, but she shook that thought off easily, because Milk would tell her if she had something to do.
So Love took the liberty to walk into her girlfriend’s room- they were just close like that. The door was closed, and as she opened it she found Milk sound asleep, her chest moving slowly and head tossed to the side. From the way she was sitting against the headboard, it looked like she tried to wait for Love but fell asleep in the process.
Cute.
Milk was too damn cute for her own good.
And also absurdly hot, with those sweatshorts and legs that went on for miles. SHe had to fall asleep wearing just those and a sports bra.
She was basically the perfect combination of everything Love loved about women- that, and also some things she had to learn to love during those years working together and eventually falling for each other. She could spend her whole life thinking and talking about everything that was wonderful about Milk.
But not now. Now, she was curious to see if Milk had had the courage to take the BDSM test and, most of all, she was curious to see the results.
“Babyyyy…” Love meowled, crawling over Milk on the bed. “Wake up, I’m finally home…”
Milk blinked, shaking her head a little bit. Even if she was still half asleep, her arms instinctively found their way around Love’s waist, holding her in place. All she could see once she opened her eyes was Love grinning like a cheshire cat on top of her.
“Hiii!!” Somehow, Love managed to grin even wider, making Milk melt on the spot.
“Hey loverrukk…” Milk smiled too, kissing the tip of Love’s nose. “Have you been home for a long time?”
Love scrunched her nose, pretending to think.
“Hmm, just enough to watch my beautiful girlfriend sleeping peacefully without me.” She raised her eyebrows, staring Milk so deep into her eyes she could even see herself mirrored there.
“You were the one out with friends loverrukk, don’t complain at me.” Milk poked her ribs, making Love jolt and fall to her side on the bed. Milk kept poking and tickling her, until Love was out of breath from laughing and tapping her arms for mercy.
“Okay, okay, let me live!” Love giggled, holding Milk’s wrists in place. She held her gaze for a moment, and in those eyes she could see that Milk adored her so badly that she’d do anything Love asked her to. Which Love wouldn’t let slide- she’d use the most of it. “Now show me.”
Her eyes twinkled with mischief, and Milk’s face dropped to a very worried expression.
“Sh-show what?” She asked, looking Love up and down.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Milk Pansa.” Love narrowed her eyes, pointing a finger at her girlfriend. “Pass the phone. Now.”
“I-I’m not sure, Love.”
Milk was blushing. Even after everything they had done together, she was still blushing. If she wasn’t Love’s girlfriend already, she’d find a way to make this girl fall in love ith her all over again.
“Miw. Please.” She tried pouting and flexing her boba eyes, but Milk was still holding back, biting her lip and somehow physically scooting away from Love. “We both know it will be much more humiliating if I have to steal that phone away from you. So just hand it to me.”
“You’re tiny. You’ll never be able to-” Milk tried to disagree, but Love was fast to look at her with such a sharp look that the girl lost her voice.
“We both know I am fully able to.” She opened her hand in the space between them. “Give it to me.”
And that was how Milk found herself laying in bed with her girlfriend by her side holding two phones. Dissecting her soul. Getting to know so much about her… some things Milk thought not even god should know. Those were between herself and… her sheets at 3am.
And now, apparently, also Love. Who was cheerfully commenting on both of their results.
“Oh, look! We’re kind of a match.” She pointed at the small screens, where there was a graphic about their sexual preferences. Whose idea was that?
“I don’t think you needed a test to know that…” Milk complained, frowning a little. Love just giggled and pecked her pouty lips.
“But like, BDSM style! Look how cute, there are some areas where our graphics literally complete each other…” Love pointed to one of the lines. “Here, it says you’re more of a service top and I’m a power bottom!” She grinned so big, as if this was the most amusing time of her life. Milk felt herself sink deeper into the mattress. “Oh, it also says I’m a brat? And you’re a brat tamer? Uhh, that’s kinky, Milk…”
Love wiggled her eyebrows, looking up at Milk. The taller girl was trying as hard as she could to stay away from the phone, but she was physically incapable of staying away from Love, so they were awkwardly piled all over each other while Milk was almost straining her neck trying to look at the other side.
While Love was pulling her by the chin and making her face her own test results.
“Do you think that’s actually true? I mean, why should I trust whatever this test says? It never had sex with me. You had.” Milk blushed saying that, but she was determined to prove her point. “I’ve never done any of those things, so how can this test even be sure if I like them?”
If it was even possible, Love’s smile grew on her face, and Milk regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.
“WELL!” Love sat up, fingers drumming on Milk’s shoulder. “Now that you mentioned it…” She looked around the room, giving Milk time to prepare. “I think we could try. These kinks, you know.”
Milk opened her mouth to say something, but Love was faster. She threw herself over Milk, her petite body somehow covering Milk’s long one, touching her everywhere at once. She did the best thing she knew to shut Milk up: she kissed her, hard and fast right on the mouth.
It worked just fine.
“So.” Love said, moving back to keep making her point. “I say we try it.”
Milk tried to argue.
Love kissed her again.
“Miw… Come on!” Love punched her girlfriend’s shoulders, making both of them shake all over. “Last time I told you I wanted to try something, we both enjoyed it very much. Don’t deny it.” She looked serious now.
Milk already knew there was no way out.
“That was different, Love.” Milk said, resting her hands on Love’s hips. In that position, her hair was falling around her face, red and bright. She was so beautiful.
“Why so, Milk?” Love sat back, resting against Milk’s bended knees. “Just because you had already used the strap with some skanky ex?” As soon as she crossed her arms, Milk understood she had to do something to run away from angry Love.
Luckily, Love had just given her the right cue.
“Oh, loverrukk.” Milk smirked, a devilish look in her eyes now. Love had always been kind of obsessed with Milk’s eyes, but the exact kind of look she gave whenever they were about to do something dirty was something else completely.
Milk grabbed Love tighter by the hips and easily threw her to the side, flipping them over. She landed on top of her girlfriend, caging her against the bed.
“I enjoyed that because I had been wanting to strap you for a long while. I just didn’t know if you could take it.” She arched her eyebrows, and Love felt like she couldn’t even breathe properly anymore. Talk about a brat tamer.
They stared at each other for a moment. A heavy look. Both of them knew that there was no turning back from here.
“No bratty comebacks now?” Milk asked, eyeing Love’s face, lifting a brow just to make her tremble. She just shook her head. “Good. Now tell me… what other kinks from that stupid test are you interested in?”
Love had to breathe in and out a few times. Milk was just too… too much. She had sent that test as a joke, just a fun experience, because all of her friends were taking it and obviously once she thought about sex she also thought about Milk. Also because she knew Milk would get flustered and shy over the subject, and it’d become a fun thing to joke about during their time together.
But she had somehow forgotten that her girlfriend, despite being shy and all, was the first person who actually managed to shut her up with just a heated look.
Let alone pinning her down the bed like this.
So it took Love a few tries to finally say something.
“I…” She tried, but Milk’s gaze swept her away. Love decided to focus on her collarbone for now- it was still hot as hell, but at least it didn’t look like it wanted to eat her raw. “We have another match. It says both of us like bites in general… and the marks.” Love kind of knew that already. But it was a chance to actually say things out loud, instead of hoping Milk would discover her preferences out of experience. “We don’t have any Qs for the next week, so...”
“Oh yeah?” Milk moved her mouth to Love’s ear. The breathing there was nearly enough to drive her undone. “I can work with that, baby.”
Her voice was so raspy now, the tone definitely lower than just a minute ago. How could Milk go from a flustered and blushing girl to a fucking sex icon that could shut Love up to easy.
That’s it, if moaning so loud that she was afraid the neighbors could hear it counted as shut up.
Because Love had no control over herself or her sounds when Milk was kissing down her neck, biting and sucking with a purpose. With each strike of pain through her skin, Love was sure she was being marked, and somehow it all made the whole thing so much more interesting. Milk kissed and marked her jaw, her neck; she peeled down the straps from her top and marked her collarbone, her shoulders. She chose carefully between stronger bites, leaving teeth marks, and sucking, leaving bruises. Each of the stings of pain- pleasurable pain, nonetheless-, Milk would soothe it down with brushes of her tongue and light pecks. The duality of it all was so confusing, but yet so pleasurable. Love was already feeling oversensitive even practically all dressed up and without being properly touched.
Maybe the test hadn’t been such a good idea after all. Because she was now a moaning mess, growing needier by the second. It was kind of humiliating, but she wasn’t strong enough to ask Milk to stop. She didn’t want Milk to stop. She didn’t mind feeling humiliated this way.
Maybe she even liked it. There was a very big line of degradation kink in her test, after all. Milk just didn’t let her get to that point while reading their results.
“Milk…” She tried saying something, way too lost in the feelings. Milk was already pushing her tank top tissue so low that Love was pretty sure it was almost ripping apart- which she wouldn’t mind, if at least it meant her girlfriend could touch her directly. “Miw… Take it off, please.”
Milk chuckled against her skin, right on top of a mark that was so red Love could tell it would turn purple overnight. She loved the idea.
Milk looked up at her, her own lips swollen and red from so much kissing and sucking.
“What do you want off, loverukk?”
Well, damned be that nickname. It was usually something cute, something her family and friends- and now, even her fans-, used when they wanted to show that they were close. But when Milk said it like that, and especially looking at her like that, it sounded like the dirtiest talk possible.
Love whined, shaking all over. She was trying really hard not to be pouty right now, but there was just no way. She was too turned on to even think about appearances.
“It all! Just take it all off!” She pulled Milk by the back of her neck, kissing her so fast that the other girl didn’t even have time to correspond, before Love started kissing all over her face. Wet kissed, punctuating her words. “I just.” Kiss. “Need you.” Kiss. “To touch me.” Kiss. “Please Miw.” Kiss. “Please. Please. Please.”
Milk chuckled again, nodding. She grabbed Love by the roots of her hair, pulling back her head with just a little bit too much force. It stinged, and Love felt her chin fall open, groaning.
“You’re such a needy baby today…” Milk tilted her head, analyzing how Love was beautiful undone like that. Pretty and well composed Love Pattranite, already begging from just a few kisses and bites. She used her other hand to slowly roll up Love’s shirt, stopping to brush her thumb over her breasts. “Is there anything else you need?”
For a moment, Love just nodded. She was really lost in her own lust. Milk lifted one eyebrow and pulled her hair slightly, making her wake up and answer out loud.
“I want the strap.” Love said, biting her lower lip right after. “Since we’re… trying new things. I want the strap and I want you to dominate me.”
Milk had to try really hard to control her reactions now. She was pretty sure her whole body reddened, because she felt a flow of hot blood taking over her.
But if Love wanted her to take control, she couldn’t falter. So she tried her best to keep a straight face and nodded slowly.
“Take off your clothes, then. I’ll be back.” Milk wasn’t sure if her voice was as steady as she wanted it to be, but she did her best. She pulled Love in for a harsh kiss, teeth clashing, before standing off the bed and walking over to her closet, where the strap on lived.
It only took her two minutes to find it, and Love rushed to take off all of her remaining clothes. She was so hot and bothered, so sensitive all over, that it was like the fabric was hurting her skin, making it burn even worse. As soon as she freed herself and could feel the air hitting her skin Love felt strangely alive, definitely more than before.
But nothing was as good as seeing Milk walk in with the harness in hand, the green dildo already attached to it. Now she was wearing only very thin panties and the sports bra. That girl was heaven sent. Or maybe she came from hell, because Love had never felt so comfortable with someone to admit the sinful things she wanted to try badly. And she was here, kneeling on the bed, completely naked, after literally begging Milk to fulfill her kinks.
“Milk, come here.” Love extended her arm and motioned with her hand for Milk to walk to her. Her eyes were dancing through the taller girl’s body, and she could sense Milk’s gaze on her, hot and heavy. “Let me help you with that.”
Milk smirked, but didn’t say anything. She walked slowly, her hips swaying in a flow that made Love awfully aware that she was dating a literal international model.
“Will you help me put this on before so I can ruin you?” Milk teased, lifting Love’s chin with just one finger.
“Yes.” Love smiled sweetly- completely different from the things she was proposing since she got home. This duality was too much for Milk. There wasn’t a single thing in her girlfriend that didn’t drive her crazy. She held Milk’s gaze while her hands circled around her thighs, thumbs hooking on the sides of her underwear. “Let me have my moment with you.”
Love leaned in to kiss the space under Milk’s navel, dragging her nose over it. She rolled the panties down, baring the girl in front of her. Once the cloth was out of the way, she dipped her head lower, inhaling the scent that was so Milk, so sweet and strong, making her salivate. But she quickly moved her gaze upwards again, smiling up at her girlfriend. Milk was observing her quietly, a relaxed expression on her face. When Love moved her hands to her backside and squeezed her there, Milk bit her lower lip and slid her hand on top of Love’s head, fingers threading through red hair. Love just winked and moved back to Milk’s lower belly, kissing carefully there.
“Can I mark you too, Miw?” She nuzzled against her hip bones, before turning her head to bite into it. Milk whispered a soft fuck, throwing her head back. There was a very faint mark of teeth on the porcelain skin, but Love wanted more. “You’ll look so pretty with my love all over you. You’ll look so mine.”
She looked up again and found Milk nodding with her eyes closed, head still a little thrown back. All that height, all that pose. Just to surrender whenever Love was meowling against her skin. She knew she had this girl wrapped around her fingers.
Love started with tiny bites on the sensitive skin there, scraping her teeth and feeling Milk tremble all over. Her stomach moved with each nibble. Adorably hot. Love licked up, circling Milk’s belly button, finally reaching one of her favorite parts on her girlfriend: her amazing and defined abs. She couldn’t get enough, and sometimes she couldn’t even believe she was allowed to touch and enjoy these abs as much as she wanted to.
With Milk’s permission, she’d make sure everyone knew these belonged to her.
Love let her hands roam, tracing every line with her fingers, following it with her tongue. Milk’s skin was hot, burning with desire, burning with the need to be touched and marked. She pressed her lips against it, feeling the clean muscles underneath, trying to bite into it, amazed at how strong her girlfriend was. It was like a full course meal, and Love was feasting on it. She kissed, bit, moved her head back to admire her work. She saw teeth marks, a few red ones. But they weren’t enough. She wanted to mark Milk in a way that would stay for longer.
So she dived back in, pulling Milk closer to her by the ass, feeling the groan that escaped Milk’s mouth vibrate on her stomach. She bit down stronger, sucking the skin into her mouth. Her tongue rolled around it, and it was like Love could feel the moment it bruised just enough. SHe let it go with a pop, and watched amazed at how the deep red was showing now. So beautiful. Her mark on Milk’s immaculate skin. Love moved again, choosing another spot on the toned abs to bite, and suck, and mark. Once she got another mark, she kissed and licked over it, feeling the slight swelling. She moved up, reaching Milk’s ribs, marking her again and again, groaning against the girl’s skin, digging her nails deeper into her ass.
“Give me.” Love said against Milk’s skin, still lost in the frenzy of marking her. She had dozens of bites and hickeys all over her body now. “Give me the harness.” She looked up, stopping her ministrations for once. “Let me put it on for you. I need you inside of me, baby.”
Milk looked wrecked already. Panting and red, looking down at Love. She patted her head a few more times before nodding.
She stepped back, holding the harness up between them.
Neither of them said anything. There was silence now. Heavy breathing, the sound of leather sliding over skin, buckles clicking in place, hands touching skin and sliding over the straps. The silence was heavy.
Until Milk spoke.
“Now stand up.”
Love moved to get down on the floor, but Milk stopped her.
“On the bed. Stand up where you are.”
Her words were so decisive, she didn’t leave space for Love to have any doubts or complaints. So she just did it. She stood up on the bed, which left her taller than Milk. And completely naked in front of her.
Maybe this should make her feel nervous or anxious, but Love was just really excited.
“Let’s see if you’re ready, baby.” Milk winked, and then she was on her.
Kissing her chest, right in front of her. Nibbling, tongue rolling over a nipple. Whole mouth closing around her breast. Love buried her hand into Milk’s hair, soft and messy. She kept Milk pressed flush against her. Milk moved lower, leaving behind marks just like Love did on her. Red bruises, that would take time to vanish. Teeth marks, aggressive and delicious. She moved lower yet, letting her tongue trace the path between Love’s hipbones and her thighs.
Love’s breath hitched once Milk was between her legs.
She inhaled deeply before diving in with no hesitation.
Then Love was definitely unraveling.
“You’re so wet already, Lub.” Milk said between tongue strokes. She licked Love’s slit up and down, coating her mouth with the slick dripping from there. “Bet you’re ready for me.”
She stopped on Love’s clit and sucked there. Hard.
Love’s whole body bucked forward, but Milk held her in place.
“Yes, yes.” Love tried to say while Milk was still alternating between sucking and licking, making Love wiggle her hips, desperate for her, desperate for whatever Milk could give her. “I’m- fuck- I’m ready Miw. I need more. More.”
She felt Milk chuckle against her. Against her pussy.
If it was even possible, Love felt herself get wetter. Milk looked up, and her face was ruined, sticky and wet. She nodded and quickly stood up, already hugging Love and pulling them close to each other.
“What do you need?” Milk asked, bucking her hips a little. It was enough to make Love feel the strap standing between them. And she remembered all too well how that felt inside her.
“I…” It was even hard to talk with all those memories rushing back to her mind. “I need you baby. Here!” She slid a hand between them, pulling the dildo down so it was between her legs. She rocked against it, moaning with the light contact. Any contact would be enough with how sensitive she was feeling right now.
Milk nodded slowly, enjoying the show of her girlfriend grinding against her strap. Love was beautiful. And Milk couldn’t wait to watch her come undone.
“Turn around, loverrukk.”
Love stopped moving and frowned.
“Do what?”
Milk rolled her eyes and grabbed Love by the shoulders. She pulled her down, whispering by her ear.
“I said…” Even standing shorter from the ground, Milk managed to manhandle Love and turn her around, tossing her on the bed. It was completely different from how sweet and delicate Milk usually was. But it was also so damn hot. Love landed face first on the mattress, already smirking. “Turn around and get on the bed.”
Love felt the mattress dive, and finally looked back to see Milk kneeling behind her, the green dildo standing proudly.
“What? Do you want me like this, Miw?” Love raised her hips, wiggling for Milk. She knew she looked filthy, but it was so good.
Milk laughed, low and dark.
“You tell me what you want, Lub.” She leaned forward, her whole body molding against Love’s back. “You said you’re the power bottom, after all. Right now, it looks to me like you’re on the bottom.”
Love moaned at Milk’s words. At Milk’s body. At the feeling of Milk’s strap up pressing against her core.
“I want you too…” There were so many options. So many things to do. But she was too horny to think of anything too elaborate. “Fuck, just use me Milk. Fuck me dumb.”
“Baby…” Each syllable dragged. “It’ll be a pleasure.”
Love felt Milk’s warmth leave her, and hands sneaking across her back. Her girlfriend’s big hands grabbed her cheeks, spreading her open. Now Milk could see how wet Love was for her. Dripping. Desperate.
She could only give her girlfriend what she wanted.
Milk grabbed the dildo and positioned it right against Love’s entrance. From this angle, she could see her pulsating, lips opening as she dragged the tip of the dildo there. She was practically kneeling, as propped up, face pushed against the pillows. All opened, ready for Milk to fuck her.
An amazing view.
An even more amazing feeling when Milk finally sunk into her.
After so many tried using the strap on, they both knew exactly what the other wanted. But this type of dirty, filthy kinks, they had never tried before. Milk could’ve been a little shy in the beginning, but she was getting more and more excited by the minute, and losing herself in it.
She moaned when she saw the toy seating deeply inside of her girlfriend. Moving back, Milk could see it coming covered in Love’s arousal, glistening. She pulled it halfway back, then slid inside again. And again. Again. Until she found rhythm, their breaths and pants taking over the room.
“Oh god, Baby. It’s so deep.” Love muffled against the pillows. “So good. Milk, Milk, so good.”
She rocked her hips back, meeting Milk’s thrusts.
“You like it, baby?” Milk leaned over her again, and the dildo somehow reached even deeper, touching places inside Love she didn’t even know could be touched. Milk bit her shoulder from behind, getting a louder moan from her girlfriend. “Is this what you want? To feel me deep inside of you?”
Love nodded, pushing her body back with more strength. She propped her elbows on the mattress, next to her head, so she could look back at Milk and have more leverage to push back.
She saw her girlfriend, towering over her, sweating, looking at her with crazy eyes. And herself pushing back, fucking herself on Milk’s dildo.
Oh fuck.
“Baby, please.” Love meowled, whimpering. “I need more. Harder.” Milk pushed harder, thrusting upwards now. “YES! Oh fuck, yes, yes! Harder baby!”
Milk nodded, sinking her teeth on the back of Love’s neck, groaning against it. Whenever Love pushed back, the strap on would press against her clit. It was intoxicating. Everything. Love’s moans, begging for more, screaming her name. Their skin brushing against each other deliciously. The sound they were making. Oh god, the sound. Every time Milk pulled back and pushed inside again there were wet noises, and Love’s moans in sync with them.
Milk leaned back, kneeling now, and pushed Love’s hips against her. The sound was louder, and so were Love’s moans.
“You sound so pretty.” Milk palmed Love’s ass, feeling the shape. “Begging. Asking for my cock.”
“Yes, Miw. I want it. Need it.” Love nodded, her cheek pressed against the pillow as she tried to look back at Milk.
“Tell me, Lub.” Milk tilted her head, never breaking her rhythm. “Is it good?”
Love just nodded, moaning, unable to say anything. From the way she was shaking, Milk could tell she was getting close.
But she wanted this to be memorable. So she let go.
Her palm landed heavy on Love’s butt cheek, a tight sound of slap filling the room.
“FUCK!” Love’s breaths became more faltered, her moans still there. Milk fucked her deeper, tilting her hips up. Every time she did that, Love’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.
“Like this, nong?” Milk asked, slapping Love again. She watched the skin start to turn pink.
“Y-yes.” Love tried to say, but she was getting more and more lost. “P-phi! Harder! Please P’Miw!”
Milk squeezed her butt cheeks again, letting nails sink into the bruised flesh. Her thumbs circled around the shape of her hand. Love looked beautiful like this.
“Let’s go, nong.” She said sweetly, the complete opposite from her relentless fucking. She was pushing into Love as hard as she could by now, pulling her against her hips by the ass. One of her hands slid between them, finding Love’s clit. Swollen, pulsing. She circled there, and Love cried out, her face burying in the pillow again. “Come for me, loverrukk. Come all over my cock, baby.”
She thrusted one more time, pinching Love’s clit- and then it was done.
Love felt the air leaving her lungs, her vision blurring. It was like her soul left her body, but she could still feel everything. Milk’s warmth against her. The sting from the slaps still tingled on her butt cheeks. The way Milk felt inside, how every push bumped on her cervix, how her body was made for this, made to take Milk deep and hard. Love could feel every centimeter of her body turning into pure pleasure from the way Milk was fucking her.
The girl under Milk collapsed forward, her body giving up. Milk followed her, still moving in and out, hand circling her clit, fucking Love through her orgasm. Love twitched, shaking all over. Milk could feel the grip of her walls around the dildo, making it a bit more difficult to move- but it didn’t stop her.
Now laying on top of Love, she pushed and grinded against the base, feeling her own body convulsioning from the pleasure. She moaned right in Love's ear, making the girl whimper and tremble again.
For a few seconds, they stayed like this. Connected and collapsed, breathing together.
After a minute or two, Milk moved off of Love, pulling the toy out. Love whimpered at the loss.
“You know, Lub…” Milk peeled Love’s hair out of her face as the girl rolled on her side so they could face each other. “I actually enjoyed this test thing.”
Love looked at her, startled, and laughed. Loud. A whole body shake laughter.
“Oh, I could see that. I can see that.” She looked down at her body, covered in bruises and marks. “I think I’ll be able to see that for a long time.”
Milk blushed, and Love almost rolled her eyes. How could this girl be blushing?
“I.. I thought that was what you wanted.” Milk looked worried, and Love had to move to place a chaste kiss on Milk’s lips. She still tasted like her arousal.
“I did, baby. And I loved it.” Love sighted, dropping her head on the pillow. “So much that I need to clean up, but I can’t even move my legs… You made my legs stop working, Milk Pansa. You’ll have to carry me to the bathroom.”
Milk chuckled, hiding her face on Love’s neck. It was a sweet tickle.
“I think we got a problem, loverrukk…” She said.
“What… problem?” Love looked down, confused.
“I don’t think I can walk right now either.”
Love looked at Milk- strong, gym rat Milk-, and couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“What?!” She screamed, falling back into laughter. Milk laughed with her, both of their bodies shaking with a completely different reason now. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to… stay in bed for a while. Until our limbs are working again.”
Milk nodded, snoozing closer to Love, wrapping her arms around the petite girl’s body.
“Then I don’t think it’s a problem, Love.”