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Previously on Two Can Play That Game:
Carla got up from the sofa and took Michelle hand led them upstairs, where Carla couldn't wait for Michelle to show her a good time.
Once they were upstairs, Carla gently pushed open the bedroom door, her pulse hammering with raw anticipation. She pulled Michelle inside and kicked the door shut with her heel, the soft click sealing them away from the rest of the world. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, casting warm shadows across the king-sized bed that suddenly felt like the only thing that mattered.
Michelle’s eyes sparkled with that same teasing confidence from downstairs. “You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?” she murmured, her voice low and velvet-smooth. Before Carla could answer, Michelle spun her around and pressed her back against the wall, their bodies flush together. Their mouths crashed in a deep, hungry kiss—tongues sliding, teeth grazing, breaths already ragged. Carla’s hands roamed greedily under Michelle’s shirt, palms gliding over warm, silky skin, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts until Michelle let out a soft, needy moan that went straight between Carla’s legs.
Carla loved the noises that Michelle were and she quickly stripped Michelle out of her clothes, once Michelle was completely naked, Carla trailed kisses down Michelle body,
" please Carla, suck my pussy and make me cum." Michelle said being impatient.
Carla paused, lips hovering just above Michelle’s hip bone. She let out a low, mocking chuckle that sent a shiver racing across Michelle’s skin.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Carla purred, her voice dripping with sweet condescension as she looked up through dark lashes. “You really think you get to bark orders at me when you’ve been nothing but a rude little brat all night?”
Michelle opened her mouth to protest, but Carla cut her off by nipping sharply at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, drawing a startled gasp instead.
“You don’t get to demand shit from me,” Carla continued calmly, her breath ghosting maddeningly close to where Michelle needed her most. “Not with that tone. Not when you’ve been snapping and rolling your eyes like a spoiled princess.”
Michelle pushed Carla off her,
" you're right Carla, I think i am just going to go now." Michelle said.
In a flash, Carla’s hands shot out, grabbing Michelle’s wrists and slamming them back down against the mattress on either side of her head. Carla swung a leg over, straddling Michelle’s hips with surprising strength, her knees pinning Michelle’s thighs wide apart.
“Oh no you don’t,” Carla growled, leaning down until their faces were inches apart, her dark hair falling like a curtain around them. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Michelle didn't say anything else.
With Michelle not saying anything, Carla took advantage of that and got to work on Michelle pussy.
She dragged her tongue in one long, filthy stripe from Michelle’s dripping entrance all the way up to her swollen clit, slow and deliberate, savoring the sweet, desperate taste of her. Michelle’s hips jerked hard, a broken moan ripping from her throat.
“F-fuck—Carla—”
Carla didn’t answer with words. She answered by sealing her mouth around that throbbing little clit and sucking hard, tongue flicking fast and merciless. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth working Michelle’s pussy filled the room—loud, hungry slurps mixed with Michelle’s choked whimpers.
Michelle’s hands flew to Carla’s hair, fingers twisting tight, but she didn’t dare pull or push. She’d learned her lesson. Instead she held on like Carla was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
Carla hummed in approval, the vibration shooting straight through Michelle’s core. She pushed Michelle’s thighs wider, pinning them down with strong hands so she was completely spread open and helpless. Then she devoured her—licking, sucking, tongue-fucking deep into that tight, soaking heat like she was starving for it.
“You taste so fucking good when you’re polite,” Carla growled against her pussy, lips shiny with Michelle’s arousal. She pulled back just enough to slap Michelle’s clit lightly with two fingers, making her jolt and cry out. “Look at you. Dripping all over my face like a needy little slut. You were so rude earlier… and now you’re creaming on my tongue just because I told you to ask nicely.”
Michelle’s head thrashed against the pillow, back arching sharply. “Please—Carla—please don’t stop—oh god I’m so close—”
Carla laughed darkly, low and filthy, and dove back in. This time she sucked Michelle’s clit between her lips and flicked her tongue in tight, relentless circles while two fingers plunged deep inside her, curling hard against that perfect spot. She fucked her with them fast and rough, the wet squelching sounds downright pornographic.
Michelle’s thighs started shaking violently. Her moans turned into high, desperate sobs.
“Carla—Carla I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”
Carla pulled her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue, thrusting it deep while her thumb rubbed tight circles over Michelle’s clit.
“Then cum,” she snarled against her pussy. “Cum on my tongue like the greedy little brat you are. Let me feel you fall apart.”
Michelle shattered,
" bloody hell Carla, sorry for being a brat and that was fucking amazing, can I return the favour."
" get your face in between my legs right now and see how wet you made me." Carla husked out.
After a few hours of very hot sex, Carla laid on her back and Michelle instantly cuddled right into her, Michelle had never felt more safe and she couldn't care less about Lisa or Betsy, because what she did know is that, Carla was the woman for her and she knew that Carla would end things with Lisa, because Lisa was and is always spending time with Becky, hell you could say that Lisa and Becky have been sleeping together and still are.
Carla would show Lisa and Betsy exactly what they have lost.