“Nnnn!” whined the trembling girl, pushing Taeyeon’s head back down, hell bent on not having a second mishap.
Taeyeon quickly obeyed, her curiosity sated after realizing it was just Tiffany’s foot kicking uncontrollably behind her. Actually, it seemed as if her whole body was spasming. Her head was rolling from left to right, her eyes were lazily dancing over the ceiling, her hips were gyrating relentlessly; even the leg over Taeyeon’s shoulder was shaking.
“TaeTae..” she huffed her gasps growing faster by the second.
“Tae… Tae… TaeTae…” her fingers curled as best they could in the older girls hair, eager for something to hold. She was all but hyperventilating now.
“Is it—,” she didn’t lift her head this time, “are you--?”
“—close! S-s-so c-close!” she couldn’t if she tried, Tiffany had her locked in place, “Ju…ha..ha..just keep doing th-that.”
“Like this?” she spoke louder between pleasing, feeling the meaty thigh near her head knock against her ear.
“y-yeaaaah. Unh, lit-tle bit faster—just a little bit fast-ter.” Her back curved, the crown of her head nearly flat on her pillow, “oh-oh guh-OH GUH!—T-t-TAETAE?!”
“hm?” As Taeyeon’s lips latched onto her nub sucking, Tiffany’s body finally gave out.
“It’s-I’mmmmmaah..” Her voice dissolved into a series of murmurs before breaking into a stream of incoherent babbles.
Her hips bucked wildly on Taeyeon’s fingers as her eyes clasped shut, her entire body quaking in euphoric release. Taeyeon blushed feeling Tiffany’s walls quiver on her fingers, her own core becoming slicker with each contraction. She sucked as hard as she could until the throes became sparse and the rigid leg around her waist relaxed.
Tiffany’s hands cupped around Taeyeon’s neck as the older girl climbed her way back up her body. When she met her face Tiffany was smiling albeit still a little disoriented.
It took a while before she could speak.
And even then when she did Taeyeon still couldn’t fully understand her.
Her slur of words ended with a furrowed brow and a skeptical gaze. Taeyeon only caught the tail end. “huh? ’first time’?” she repeated in the foreign language. Tiffany seemed to dismiss whatever idea had hazily crossed her mind, nestling her face against Taeyeon’s shoulder.
“Nnnn!” whined the trembling girl, pushing Taeyeon’s head back down, hell bent on not having a second mishap.
Taeyeon quickly obeyed, her curiosity sated after realizing it was just Tiffany’s foot kicking uncontrollably behind her. Actually, it seemed as if her whole body was spasming. Her head was rolling from left to right, her eyes were lazily dancing over the ceiling, her hips were gyrating relentlessly; even the leg over Taeyeon’s shoulder was shaking.
“TaeTae..” she huffed her gasps growing faster by the second.
“Tae… Tae… TaeTae…” her fingers curled as best they could in the older girls hair, eager for something to hold. She was all but hyperventilating now.
“Is it—,” she didn’t lift her head this time, “are you--?”
“—close! S-s-so c-close!” she couldn’t if she tried, Tiffany had her locked in place, “Ju…ha..ha..just keep doing th-that.”
“Like this?” she spoke louder between pleasing, feeling the meaty thigh near her head knock against her ear.
“y-yeaaaah. Unh, lit-tle bit faster—just a little bit fast-ter.” Her back curved, the crown of her head nearly flat on her pillow, “oh-oh guh-OH GUH!—T-t-TAETAE?!”
“hm?” As Taeyeon’s lips latched onto her nub sucking, Tiffany’s body finally gave out.
“It’s-I’mmmmmaah..” Her voice dissolved into a series of murmurs before breaking into a stream of incoherent babbles.
Her hips bucked wildly on Taeyeon’s fingers as her eyes clasped shut, her entire body quaking in euphoric release. Taeyeon blushed feeling Tiffany’s walls quiver on her fingers, her own core becoming slicker with each contraction. She sucked as hard as she could until the throes became sparse and the rigid leg around her waist relaxed.
Tiffany’s hands cupped around Taeyeon’s neck as the older girl climbed her way back up her body. When she met her face Tiffany was smiling albeit still a little disoriented.
It took a while before she could speak.
And even then when she did Taeyeon still couldn’t fully understand her.
Her slur of words ended with a furrowed brow and a skeptical gaze. Taeyeon only caught the tail end. “huh? ’first time’?” she repeated in the foreign language. Tiffany seemed to dismiss whatever idea had hazily crossed her mind, nestling her face against Taeyeon’s shoulder.
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