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Ellie Williams hated laundry day. The damp heat of the basement clung to her skin as she shoved another load into the washer, her fingers brushing against a pair of Dina’s jeans—the ones with the frayed hem and the way they stretched tight over her ass. She paused, thumb tracing the worn fabric where Dina’s thighs would rub, where the denim would grow damp with sweat after a long day. The scent of her still lingered, musky and warm, and Ellie inhaled without thinking.
Upstairs, Dina’s laughter drifted down, followed by the creak of the floorboards as she moved around the kitchen. Ellie knew that sound too well—the way her weight shifted now, the way her hips swayed just a little wider with each step. Pregnant. The word curled hot in Ellie’s chest every time she thought about it. Dina’s body changing, softening, her belly rounding under those stupidly perfect jeans.
The washer chugged to life, water sloshing, but Ellie was already halfway up the stairs, her pulse quickening. Dina stood at the counter, slicing an apple, her shirt riding up just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her lower back. Sweat glistened at the nape of her neck, darkening the loose strands of hair stuck there. Ellie leaned against the doorway, biting her lip. “Those jeans,” she said, voice rough. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
Dina smirked, popping a slice of apple into her mouth. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She turned, arching her back slightly, and Ellie’s gaze dropped to the way the denim strained against her thighs, the fabric pulling taut over the swell of her ass. “You’ve been staring at my butt since breakfast,” Dina teased, licking juice from her thumb. “You’re not subtle.”
Ellie crossed the room in two strides, pressing Dina against the counter. The heat of her body was intoxicating, the musk of her skin mingling with the sweetness of the fruit. Ellie dragged her nose along Dina’s throat, inhaling deeply. “Fuck subtle,” she muttered, hands sliding down to grip Dina’s hips. “You’re the one walking around in jeans that look painted on.”
Dina laughed, breathless, grinding back against Ellie. “Keep talking like that,” she murmured, “and I might just let you peel them off me.” The promise hung between them, thick as the humid air, and Ellie’s fingers dug in tighter, already imagining the taste of salt on her tongue.
Ellie’s palm cracked against Dina’s ass—sharp, stinging—making her gasp. The denim muffled the sound, but the heat lingered, and Dina arched into it, shameless. “Fuck,” Ellie growled, gripping the waistband, knuckles brushing warm skin. “You’ve been teasing me all day, shaking that ass like you don’t know what it does to me.”
Dina craned her neck, catching Ellie’s mouth in a messy kiss. “Oh, I know,” she whispered against her lips, rocking back to feel the hard line of Ellie’s hips. “That’s why I do it.” Her fingers tangled in Ellie’s hair, tugging just enough to make her groan.
Ellie ducked her head, biting at Dina’s shoulder through the thin fabric of her shirt. The scent of her—ripe, musky—flooded Ellie’s senses, and she palmed Dina’s ass again, slower this time, savoring the way the denim strained under her touch. “Gonna ruin these jeans for real,” she muttered, dragging her teeth along Dina’s neck.
Dina tipped her head back, baring more skin. “Promises, promises,” she teased, but her breath hitched when Ellie sucked a bruise into the hollow of her throat. Ellie grinned against her skin, fingers kneading the plush curve of Dina’s ass, the denim warm and taut under her palms. The faint dampness of sweat clung to the fabric, and Ellie groaned, pressing closer.
“Fuck, you smell good,” Ellie growled, nipping at Dina’s earlobe. Her hands slid around to cup Dina’s hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh above the waistband. The jeans were tight enough that Ellie could feel the heat of her through the fabric, the way her body yielded under the pressure. Dina arched into it, grinding back against Ellie’s thigh.
Dina’s laugh was breathless, uneven. “You’re such a fucking pervert,” she murmured, but her hips kept rolling, slow and deliberate. Ellie’s fingers hooked into the waistband, tugging just enough to make Dina gasp. “God, keep doing that,” Dina breathed, and Ellie obliged, biting another mark into her skin.
Ellie could feel the dampness now—the way Dina’s jeans clung, the heat radiating through the fabric. She dragged her tongue along the salty curve of Dina’s neck, hands kneading the plush flesh of her ass, fingers digging into denim that felt more like a second skin. “Love how fucking thick you are,” Ellie muttered, voice ragged. “Love how you fill these out.”
Dina’s hands scrabbled for purchase against the countertop. “You’re obsessed,” she teased, but Ellie could hear the tremor in her voice. Ellie groaned, sucking another bruise into the tender spot behind Dina’s ear. “Damn right,” she growled, palming her ass harder. “And you love it.”
The denim creaked under Ellie’s grip, stretched tight over Dina’s hips. She could smell her—musky, sweet, the scent clinging to the fabric. Ellie’s thumbs hooked into the back pockets, tugging Dina flush against her, grinding against the swell of her ass. Dina arched back, moaning softly. “Ellie,” she warned, but it was half-hearted, her body already pressing into every touch.
Ellie’s fingers dipped lower, tracing the seam of Dina’s jeans where they hugged her thighs. The fabric was warm, damp with sweat, and she dragged her palm over it, slow and deliberate. “Fuck,” Ellie breathed, lips brushing Dina’s ear. “You’re soaked.” Dina shuddered, hips rocking back into Ellie’s hand. “Yeah? You gonna do something about it?” she taunted, but her voice cracked on the last word.
Ellie’s response was to sink her teeth into the curve of Dina’s shoulder, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. She dragged her hand up the back of Dina’s thigh, fingers skimming under the hem of her shirt, tracing the damp waistband of her jeans. Dina’s breath hitched, her body tensing. “Jesus,” she muttered, fingers clawing at the counter. “Just fucking—rip them off already.”
Ellie chuckled, low and rough, her fingers finally slipping under the denim. The heat of Dina’s skin was almost overwhelming, slick with sweat, and she groaned, pressing closer. “Patience,” Ellie murmured, though her own was fraying. She dragged her fingers lower, tracing the curve of Dina’s ass, the denim straining under her touch. Dina whined, hips jerking back.
Ellie hauled her forward, bending her over the counter in one smooth motion, pressing her chest flat against the cool surface. She wasted no time, bringing her palm down hard on the swell of Dina’s ass—once, twice—the denim muffling the sharp smack but not the heat blooming under her skin. Dina gasped, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the countertop. “Fuck, Ellie,” she panted, cheeks flushed.
Ellie leaned over her, lips brushing the shell of Dina’s ear. “This is what you get for being a tease,” she growled, dragging her fingers down the seam again, slower this time, savoring the way Dina shuddered. The fabric was warm under her touch, damp with sweat, clinging to every curve. Ellie’s palm cracked against her ass again—harder—and Dina arched into it, a moan tearing from her throat.
Dina’s hips rocked back, grinding against Ellie’s thigh. “Enough teasing,” she gasped, voice ragged. Ellie laughed, nipping at her neck. “Who said I was done?” she murmured, fingers tightening in the waistband. Dina groaned, pressing back into her touch. “Ellie—fuck—” Her plea was cut off as Ellie spanked her again, the sharp sound echoing in the humid air.
Ellie’s breath was hot against Dina’s ear. “Not stopping till you soak through these jeans,” she growled, dragging her palm over the damp fabric. Dina shuddered, fingers clawing at the countertop. “Jesus Christ,” she choked out, hips jerking. Ellie smirked, kneading the plush flesh under the denim. “You love it,” she muttered, biting another mark into Dina’s shoulder.
Dina’s breath hitched as Ellie’s fingers dipped lower, tracing the soaked seam between her thighs. The denim clung to her, sticky with sweat, and Ellie groaned, pressing closer. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” she breathed, grinding against Dina’s ass. Dina whined, arching into the touch. “Ellie—please—” Her voice was raw, desperate.
Ellie’s fingers curled into the waistband, tugging hard. The denim strained, the button digging into Dina’s skin. “Gonna ruin them,” Ellie muttered, lips brushing Dina’s ear. “Gonna make you come right in these jeans.” Dina’s moan was muffled against the counter, her body trembling under Ellie’s hands.
She dragged her palm down the back of Dina’s thigh, slow and deliberate, feeling the damp fabric cling to her skin. The musk of her sweat filled the air, thick and heady, and Ellie groaned, pressing closer. “Smell you,” she growled, biting Dina’s shoulder. “Fuck, you’re everywhere.”
Dina’s hips jerked, grinding back against Ellie’s thigh. “Just—fucking—” Her words dissolved into a gasp as Ellie’s traced the soaked seam of her jeans. The fabric was warm, sticky, and Ellie’s breath hitched. “Told you,” she murmured, dragging her fingers through the wetness. “Not stopping till these jeans are wrecked.”
Dina’s fingers clawed at the counter, her back arching as Ellie’s touch grew rougher, more insistent. The denim creaked under the strain, the sound lost under Dina’s ragged moans. Ellie’s teeth grazed her neck, her free hand gripping Dina’s hip hard enough to bruise. “Come on,” she urged, voice rough. “Soak through them for me.”
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and musk, Dina’s body trembling as Ellie’s fingers worked her through the fabric. Her jeans clung to her skin, damp and sticky, the pressure just shy of unbearable. Dina’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her thighs squeezing around Ellie’s hand. “Fuck—Ellie—” Her voice broke, hips jerking forward.
Ellie grinned against her shoulder, fingers pressing harder, slower, dragging the soaked denim against Dina’s clit. “That’s it,” she murmured, lips brushing Dina’s ear. “Ruin them.” Dina’s moan was muffled against her arm, her body tensing as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach. Ellie could feel it—the way her muscles clenched, the way her breath hitched—before Dina came with a choked cry, her thighs shaking.
Ellie kept her pinned against the counter, her own breathing uneven as Dina shuddered through the aftershocks. The denim was thoroughly ruined now, damp and wrinkled, clinging to Dina’s skin. Ellie pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, fingers still tracing lazy circles over the wet fabric. “Told you,” she muttered, voice smug. Dina groaned, her body limp against the counter. “Asshole,” she breathed, but there was no bite to it.
Ellie’s fingers dipped lower, slipping beneath the ruined waistband to trace the curve of Dina’s ass. The skin was slick with sweat, and she dragged her palm over it, savoring the way Dina shivered. “You smell fucking incredible,” Ellie murmured, pressing her nose against Dina’s shoulder. The musk of sex and sweat clung to her skin, thick and intoxicating. Ellie couldn’t resist biting down, marking her again.
Dina’s hips jerked when Ellie’s thumb brushed lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. “Fuck—Ellie—” she gasped, fingers scrambling against the countertop. Ellie chuckled, her breath hot against Dina’s ear. “Thought you wanted me to rip these off,” she murmured, dragging the denim down just enough to expose the swell of Dina’s ass. The fabric clung stubbornly, sticky with sweat. “Too bad,” Ellie teased, kneading the plush flesh. “Looks like they’re staying on a little longer.”
Dina whined, arching back into Ellie’s touch. “You’re such a fucking tease,” she panted, but her thighs trembled when Ellie’s fingers slid deeper, tracing the soaked seam of her underwear. The damp fabric clung to her skin, and Ellie groaned, pressing closer. “Yeah?” she muttered, biting Dina’s earlobe. “Then why are you dripping again?” Dina’s answering moan was muffled against the counter, her body already tightening under Ellie’s fingers.
Ellie dragged her palm down Dina’s ass, slow and deliberate. The scent of sweat and musk was overwhelming now, thick in the humid air, and Ellie inhaled sharply, her own hips grinding against Dina’s thigh. “Fuck,” she breathed, fingers digging into the plush flesh. “You’re gonna ruin these jeans worse than I thought.” Dina shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Just—fucking—do it already,” she choked out.
Ellie’s fingers hooked into the waistband, tugging hard enough to make Dina yelp. The denim resisted, stretched tight over her hips, and Ellie grinned against her shoulder. “Nah,” she murmured, dragging her teeth along Dina’s neck. “Gonna make you work for it.” She brought her palm down again—sharp, stinging—and Dina jerked forward with a cry, her fingers scrambling against the countertop. The sound of skin against denim echoed in the kitchen, mingling with Dina’s ragged moans.
Dina’s thighs squeezed around Ellie’s hand, her body tensing as pleasure coiled tight again. Ellie could feel the way her muscles fluttered under her touch, the way her breath hitched right before she came. “Ellie—” Dina’s voice broke, her hips jerking forward as she shuddered against the counter. Ellie kept her pinned, fingers working her through it, until Dina sagged, boneless and breathless, the ruined jeans clinging to her skin. “Asshole,” Dina muttered, but her voice was warm, satisfied. Ellie just grinned, pressing a kiss to the sweat-damp curve of her shoulder.
The denim was slick under Ellie’s palm now, damp with sweat and slickness, the fabric stretched tight over Dina’s ass. Ellie dragged her fingers along the seam, slow and teasing, savoring the way Dina shivered. “Fuck,” Dina breathed, hips rocking back into Ellie’s touch. “You’re gonna kill me.” Ellie chuckled, nipping at her earlobe. “Nah,” she murmured, her free hand sliding up Dina’s shirt to palm her swollen belly.
Dina groaned, arching into Ellie’s touch, her body warm and pliant under Ellie’s hands. The scent of her—musky, sweet, thick with sweat—flooded Ellie’s senses, and she groaned, pressing closer. Dina shuddered, her fingers tightening around Ellie’s wrist. “Ellie—” Her voice was ragged, pleading. “Fuck me already.” Ellie grinned, fingers digging into the plush flesh of Dina’s ass. “Patience,” she teased, though her own breath was uneven.
Ellie nipped at Dina’s earlobe, her fingers tracing the soaked seam of her jeans. “You want me to make you come right here?” she murmured, grinding against Dina’s thigh. “Or—” She pressed a kiss to the nape of Dina’s neck, her free hand sliding down to palm the swell of her belly. “—you want the strap?” Dina gasped, her hips jerking forward at the suggestion. “Fuck,” she breathed, her fingers scrambling against the countertop. “Ellie—”
Dina’s moan was muffled against the counter as Ellie’s fingers slipped deeper, dragging the soaked denim against her clit. “Answer me,” Ellie growled, her voice rough. Dina shuddered, her thighs squeezing around Ellie’s hand. “Both,” she choked out, her body trembling under Ellie’s touch. Ellie laughed, low and rough, pressing closer. “Greedy,” she murmured, biting Dina’s shoulder. “Good.”
Ellie’s fingers curled into the waistband of Dina’s jeans, tugging hard enough to make her gasp. “Gonna wreck these jeans,” Ellie muttered, dragging her teeth along Dina’s neck. “Then wreck you.” Dina groaned, her hips jerking forward as Ellie’s fingers worked her through the fabric. The denim clung stubbornly, damp with sweat, and Ellie grinned against Dina’s shoulder. “Fuck,” Dina breathed, her body already tightening under Ellie’s touch. “Ellie—please—”
Ellie brought her palm down again—sharp, stinging—and Dina cried out, her thighs clamping around Ellie’s hand. The denim creaked under the impact, stretched tight over Dina’s hips, and Ellie groaned, pressing closer. “That’s it,” she growled, grinding against Dina’s thigh. “Ruin them.” Dina shuddered, her fingers clawing at the countertop, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The scent of sweat and musk hung thick in the air, and Ellie inhaled sharply, her own hips jerking forward.
Dina’s moan was muffled against the counter as Ellie’s fingers slipped deeper, dragging the soaked denim against her clit. The fabric clung stubbornly, sticky with sweat, and Ellie groaned, pressing closer. “Come on,” she urged, voice rough. “Soak through them for me.”
Dina whimpered, hips jerking forward, her thighs trembling around Ellie’s hand. Ellie grinned against her shoulder, nipping at the damp skin. “Be a good girl,” she murmured, lips brushing Dina’s ear. “Come hard—right in these jeans.” Dina gasped, fingers scrambling against the countertop, her breath hitching. “Ellie—fuck—”
Ellie’s fingers worked her harder, pressing deep through the denim, grinding the damp fabric against Dina’s clit. “That’s it,” Ellie growled, her free hand gripping Dina’s hip hard enough to bruise. “Ruin them.” Dina’s moan tore from her throat as she came, her body shuddering against the counter, her thighs clamping around Ellie’s hand.
The denim was thoroughly wrecked now, damp and wrinkled, clinging to Dina’s skin as she sagged against the counter, boneless and breathless. Ellie pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, fingers still tracing lazy circles over the wet fabric. “Good girl,” she muttered, voice smug. Dina groaned, her body limp against the counter.
Ellie grinned, dragging her teeth along Dina’s shoulder. “So,” she murmured, fingers hooking into the ruined waistband, “Does Momma still want that strap?” Dina shuddered, her hips jerking forward at the words. “Fuck,” she gasped, fingers scrambling against the countertop. Ellie chuckled, grinding against her thigh. “That a yes?”
Dina arched back into Ellie’s touch, her breath hitching. “God—yes,” she choked out, her thighs trembling. Ellie’s fingers dug into the plush flesh of her ass, dragging the soaked denim down just enough to expose the swell of her hips. “Good,” Ellie growled, biting Dina’s earlobe. “Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Dina’s moan was muffled against the counter as Ellie’s fingers slipped deeper, grinding the damp fabric against her clit. The scent of sweat and musk hung thick in the air, and Ellie groaned, pressing closer. “Fuck,” Dina gasped, her body already tightening under Ellie’s touch. “Ellie—please—”
Ellie grinned, nipping at Dina’s shoulder. “Patience,” she murmured, though her own breath was uneven. With a swift motion, she hauled Dina up, her hands gripping under her thighs as she lifted her effortlessly. Dina’s legs wrapped around Ellie’s waist instinctively, her arms looping around Ellie’s neck. The ruined jeans clung to Dina’s skin, sticky with sweat, and Ellie growled against her throat. “Gonna peel these off you,” she muttered, carrying her toward the stairs.
Dina’s laughter was breathless as Ellie navigated the steps, her lips tracing Dina’s collarbone. The denim creaked under Ellie’s grip, stretched tight over Dina’s hips, and she groaned, pressing closer. “Fuck,” Dina breathed, her fingers tangling in Ellie’s hair. “You’re such a fucking brute.” Ellie chuckled, kicking open the bedroom door. “You love it.”
The bed dipped under their weight as Ellie laid Dina down, her hands already working at the button of those damn jeans. The fabric clung stubbornly, damp and wrinkled, but Ellie dragged them down slowly, savoring the way Dina’s thighs trembled under her touch. The scent of her was overwhelming—musky, sweet, thick with sweat—and Ellie groaned, pressing her face against the ruined crotch of the jeans. “Fuck,” she muttered. “I'm so jerking off with these later.”
Dina laughed breathlessly, her fingers threading through Ellie’s hair. “You’re disgusting,” she murmured, hips lifting as Ellie peeled the denim past her knees. The fabric stuck to her skin, damp with sweat and slickness, and Ellie bit her thigh, growling when Dina jerked beneath her. “Disgusting?” Ellie echoed, dragging the jeans off completely and tossing them aside. She palmed Dina’s ass, kneading the plush flesh. “You’re the one who soaked through them.”
Dina arched into her touch, breath hitching as Ellie’s fingers traced the soaked seam of her underwear. The thin fabric was nearly transparent, clinging to her, and Ellie groaned, pressing a hot kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Gonna use these too,” she muttered, teeth grazing Dina’s skin. Dina’s laugh dissolved into a gasp as Ellie’s fingers hooked into the waistband, dragging them down just enough to expose the slick heat beneath.
Ellie’s tongue flicked out, tasting the salt of Dina’s skin before pressing closer, inhaling the musk radiating from her. “Fuck,” she breathed, nose brushing damp curls. “You smell even better without the jeans.” Dina’s hips jerked, her fingers tightening in Ellie’s hair. “Less talking,” she panted, thighs trembling. Ellie grinned against her, dragging her tongue in one slow, wet stripe.
Dina’s back arched off the bed, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as Ellie’s mouth finally closed over her clit. The vibration of Ellie’s groan sent a shock of pleasure through her, and Dina’s heels dug into the mattress. “Ellie—fuck—” Her words fragmented as Ellie’s tongue worked her in rough, deliberate strokes, the scrape of her teeth just shy of too much.
The bed creaked under Dina’s frantic movements, her thighs clamping around Ellie’s head as pleasure coiled tight. Ellie’s fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as she sucked hard, relentless. Dina’s cry was muffled by her own arm, her body bowing as she came, slick and shaking. Ellie didn’t let up, licking her through it until Dina whimpered, shoving weakly at her shoulders.
Ellie groaned, pressing her forehead against Dina’s sweat-slick stomach. She rocked her hips against the mattress, the friction maddeningly insufficient, her jeans rough against her aching clit. “Fuck,” she muttered, biting lightly at the soft swell of Dina’s belly. “Need—fuck—” Her words dissolved into a whine, hips jerking forward uselessly. Dina’s fingers tangled in her hair, tugging gently. “God, you’re pathetic,” she murmured, breathless.
Ellie growled against Dina’s skin, her tongue tracing the stretch marks along her belly. The taste of salt and sweat was intoxicating, and she groaned, grinding harder against the mattress. Dina’s laugh was breathless, her fingers tightening in Ellie’s hair. “You’re really gonna hump the bed like a fucking dog?” she teased.
Ellie whimpered, her hips jerking forward. “Sorry,” she muttered, her voice ragged. “Fuck—I need—” Her words dissolved into a gasp as Dina’s fingers curled under her chin, forcing her to meet her gaze. “You need to cum?” Dina arched a brow, her smirk lazy. Ellie nodded, her cheeks flushed. “Yeah—please—”
Dina’s grip tightened, her nails scraping Ellie’s scalp as she dragged her up the bed. “Then get over here,” she murmured, her thighs parting. Ellie didn’t hesitate, grinding against Dina’s thigh with a desperate whine. The friction was immediate, electric, and she groaned, her forehead dropping to Dina’s shoulder. “Fuck—fuck—”
Dina’s fingers traced the curve of Ellie’s ass, her breath hot against Ellie’s ear. “Come on,” she urged, her voice rough. “Let me feel it.” Ellie’s hips stuttered, her thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tight. “Dina—fuck—” Her voice broke as she came, her body shuddering against Dina’s, her fingers digging into the the meat of Dina's hips.
The scent of sweat and sex hung heavy between them, Ellie’s breaths ragged as she sagged against Dina’s chest. Dina chuckled, her fingers carding through Ellie’s tangled hair. “You’re such a mess,” she murmured, lips brushing Ellie’s temple. Ellie groaned, her thighs still twitching, her body limp with satisfaction. “Your fault,” she muttered, pressing her face into Dina’s neck.
Dina hummed, her hands drifting down to palm Ellie’s ass, kneading the plush flesh lazily.
Ellie’s breath hitched, her hips jerking forward with a whine. "Fuck—play with it," she muttered against Dina’s collarbone, her voice ragged. "Please." Dina smirked, dragging her nails lightly down the curve of Ellie’s ass, just enough to make her shudder. "Like this?" she teased, her fingers tracing the crease where thigh met cheek. Ellie groaned, her thighs trembling. "Dina—"
The sharp bite of Dina’s teeth against her shoulder made Ellie gasp, her fingers scrambling against the sheets as Dina’s thumb brushed lower, skimming the furl of muscle. Ellie’s hips jerked back instinctively, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. "God—fuck—" Her voice broke as Dina pressed closer, her touch firmer now, circling slowly. "You’re so fucking easy," Dina murmured against her ear, her lips brushing Ellie’s pulse point. "Such a needy little—"
Ellie’s moan drowned out the rest of the sentence, her spine arching as Dina’s fingers dug into her ass, kneading roughly. "Mommy—" The word slipped out before Ellie could catch it, her cheeks burning the second it hit the air. She froze, her breath hitching as Dina went still. The silence stretched, thick with disbelief, until Dina exhaled—slow, deliberate—her grip tightening.
"Say that again," Dina demanded, her voice low, rough with something Ellie had never heard before. Ellie swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her throat. "I—" She stammered, but Dina’s teeth grazed her pulse, sharp enough to make her gasp. "Say it," Dina repeated, her fingers pressing just enough to make Ellie’s thighs tremble. Ellie whimpered, her hips rocking back into Dina’s touch. "Mommy," she breathed, the word barely audible.
Dina’s answering growl sent a jolt of heat straight to Ellie’s core, her fingers curling possessively around Ellie’s hip.
Dina’s breath was ragged against Ellie’s neck as she pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below her ear. “Say it louder,” she murmured, her voice thick with want. Ellie shuddered, her thighs trembling as Dina’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass. “Mommy,” she gasped, the word catching in her throat as Dina bit down sharply on her shoulder.
The bed creaked under their shifting weight, Dina’s free hand sliding down to grip Ellie’s hip.
Ellie gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets as Dina’s finger pressed against her soaked pussy, circling lazily. “Fuck—Dina—” Her voice cracked, hips jerking forward instinctively, but Dina held her firm. “Say it,” Dina growled, her breath hot against Ellie’s ear as her thumb pressed harder, just shy of breaching. Ellie whimpered, her thighs trembling. “Mommy—please—”
Dina’s laugh was low, dark with promise as she finally pushed in, sinking knuckle-deep into Ellie’s tight heat. Ellie’s moan was muffled against the mattress, her back arching as Dina worked her slow, deliberate. “That’s it,” Dina murmured, her other hand gripping Ellie’s hip hard enough to bruise. “Take it like a good girl.” Ellie shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Dina’s thumb found her clit.
“Mommy—” Ellie choked out, her voice breaking as Dina added a second finger, stretching her unbearably slow. “Need—fuck—need your strap—” Dina grinned against her shoulder, her fingers twisting deep. “Beg for it,” she murmured, biting down hard as Ellie sobbed into the sheets.
Dina dragged her fingers out slowly, letting Ellie feel every ridge before sliding them back in with a wet, filthy sound. “Thought you were gonna wreck me?” she taunted, her breath hot against Ellie’s ear. “Look at you—” Ellie shuddered, her thighs trembling as Dina curled her fingers just right. “Pathetic.”
Ellie whined, her hips jerking back against Dina’s hand. “Mommy—please—” The word dissolved into a gasp as Dina’s fingers pressed deeper, her palm grinding against Ellie’s clit. “Gonna give it to you,” Dina promised, her voice rough. “Just like this.” Ellie’s moan was muffled against the sheets as Dina worked her faster, her fingers slick and relentless.
Dina’s lips brushed Ellie’s shoulder, her breath ragged. “Come first,” she murmured, her fingers twisting hard. “Then I’ll fuck you stupid.” Ellie’s cry tore through the room as she came, her body bowing under Dina’s touch.
The wet sound of Dina’s fingers moving inside her was obscene, relentless even as Ellie shuddered through the aftershocks. “Mommy—” Ellie gasped, her thighs shaking. Dina chuckled, low and dark, pressing a kiss to the sweat-damp curve of Ellie’s spine.
With a rough pull, Dina dragged Ellie onto her back, straddling her hips. The ruined jeans were long gone, but Dina’s swollen belly pressed warm against Ellie’s stomach, her thighs framing Ellie’s trembling body. “Now,” Dina growled, reaching for the strap beside the bed. “Watch.”
Ellie’s breath hitched as Dina buckled the harness, her fingers tracing the swollen curve of her belly before gripping the base of the strap. “Gonna ruin you,” Dina promised, her voice thick. Ellie whimpered, spreading her legs wider.
The first press of the strap was deliberate—slow—Dina’s hips rolling forward until Ellie gasped, her nails digging into Dina’s thighs.
"Fuck—" Ellie’s voice cracked as Dina pulled back just to push in again, letting her feel every ridge, every slight curve of the silicone stretching her open. "Mommy—it’s too—" Her words dissolved into a whimper as Dina bottomed out, her swollen belly pressing flush against Ellie’s hips. "Too big," Ellie choked out, her thighs trembling around Dina’s waist.
Dina grinned down at her, sweat beading along her collarbone as she dragged the strap almost all the way out, slow enough to make Ellie’s breath hitch. "Nah," she murmured, rolling her hips forward again, relentless. "Perfect fit." Ellie’s moan was ragged, her fingers scrambling against the sheets as Dina fucked her with slow, deep thrusts, each one making her feel every inch.
Dina’s hand slid up Ellie’s stomach, palming the sharp jut of her ribs before gripping her chin. "Watch," she ordered, her voice rough. Ellie’s gaze dropped, her breath stuttering as she watched the strap slide in and out of her, slick and obscene. "See?" Dina murmured, thumb brushing Ellie’s lower lip. "Your pretty pussy takes it so well."
Ellie’s moan was muffled against Dina’s palm, her hips jerking forward—greedy—desperate for more. Dina growled, dragging her fingers down Ellie’s throat before gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "Fuck—" Ellie gasped, her thighs trembling. "Mommy—please—" The words were ragged, barely audible between the wet slap of skin and Ellie’s choked whimpers.
Dina’s fingers dug into Ellie’s hip, forcing her deeper onto the strap with each thrust. Ellie’s body arched, her fingers clawing at the sheets as pleasure coiled tight, unbearable. "Gonna—" Her voice cracked, her thighs clamping around Dina’s waist. "Mommy—fuck—" Dina grinned, grinding deep.
"You wanna cum on momma's cock?" Dina murmured, her voice rough as she circled Ellie’s clit with her thumb.
Ellie’s hips jerked forward, her thighs trembling as Dina fucked her harder—deep, relentless strokes that made the bed creak. "Fuck—yes—" Ellie gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase on Dina’s sweat-slick back.
Dina groaned, her free hand gripping Ellie’s throat just enough to make her whine. "Say it again," she demanded, her hips snapping forward sharply. Ellie’s moan cracked into a sob. "Mommy—please—let me cum on your cock!"
Dina’s grin was feral as she pressed down, her thumb circling Ellie’s clit faster. “Come,” she growled, her hips driving deep—once, twice—before Ellie shattered, her back arching off the bed with a strangled cry. Dina didn’t slow, fucking her through it, the strap dragging against Ellie’s oversensitive walls until she whimpered, shoving weakly at Dina’s shoulders.
The scent of sweat and sex hung thick in the air as Dina finally stilled, her breath ragged against Ellie’s throat. Ellie’s thighs trembled around her waist, her body limp and spent, but Dina just chuckled, nipping at her jaw. “Greedy thing,” she murmured, dragging her fingers through the mess between Ellie’s legs before bringing them to her lips.
Ellie watched, dazed, as Dina sucked her fingers clean, her own hips twitching weakly at the sight. “Fuck,” she breathed, her voice hoarse. Dina smirked, leaning down to lick a stripe up Ellie’s throat.
Ellie groaned, her fingers tangling in Dina’s hair as she tugged her into a messy kiss. The strap pressed deeper with the movement, and Ellie gasped, her thighs clamping around Dina’s hips instinctively. Dina laughed against her lips, grinding down just to hear Ellie whimper. “Still so fucking needy,” she teased, biting Ellie’s lower lip.
Dina pulled back just enough to watch Ellie’s face—flushed, sweat-slick, lips parted—as she dragged the strap out agonizingly slow. Ellie’s hips jerked forward, chasing the friction, but Dina held her down with a firm hand on her stomach. “Mommy—” Ellie choked out, her voice raw. Dina smirked, “Say it again.”
The words dissolved into a moan as Dina thrust back in hard, her fingers digging into Ellie’s hips. The bed creaked under them, the sound drowned out by Ellie’s ragged gasps. Dina leaned down, her breath hot against Ellie’s ear. “Gonna make you come one more time,” she murmured, her teeth scraping Ellie’s pulse. “Then I’ll let you sleep.”
Ellie’s fingers clutched at Dina’s back, her nails leaving red trails as Dina fucked her relentless, each thrust driving the strap deeper. “Fuck—Mommy—I can’t—” Ellie sobbed, her body bowing off the bed as pleasure crested again, sharp and overwhelming. Dina groaned, pressing her forehead against Ellie’s as she rode her through it, slow and deliberate until Ellie went limp beneath her.
The strap slid out with a wet sound as Dina rolled onto her side, dragging Ellie against her sweat-slick body. Ellie’s breath was still uneven, her thighs twitching, but she curled into Dina’s chest with a muffled whine. Dina chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Ellie’s hip. “Who knew you were such a bottom,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to Ellie’s damp temple.
Ellie grunted, her nose nuzzling into the soft swell of Dina’s breast, inhaling the musk of sweat and sex clinging to her skin. “Shut up,” she muttered, her voice hoarse. Dina smirked, her thumb brushing Ellie’s nipple just to feel her jerk. “Make me,” she teased, her fingers drifting lower, tracing the sticky mess between Ellie’s thighs.
Ellie shuddered, her hips rocking forward instinctively, but Dina pulled her hand away with a laugh. “Too sensitive,” she chided, tucking Ellie’s head under her chin instead. Ellie groaned, biting Dina’s collarbone lightly. “You’re fucking evil,” she muttered, her breath already evening out against Dina’s skin.
Dina hummed, her fingers carding through Ellie’s tangled hair as the weight of exhaustion settled over them both. The room smelled like sex and sweat, the sheets twisted beneath them, but Dina just pressed closer, her lips brushing Ellie’s forehead. “Sleep,” she murmured, her voice rough with satisfaction. Ellie mumbled something unintelligible against her chest, already half-gone.