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The headlights of a car filter through the curtains, and flit over the ceiling, in the dark of Lan Zhan’s apartment. Lan Zhan’s fingers skitter over Wei Ying’s stomach, her nail-paint shining in the faint light. Lan Zhan’s hair, which she so beautifully wears, long enough as to show from behind her dainty arms when she pulls herself to full height, fans around Wei Ying’s hips. Lan Zhan’s gorgeous skinny jeans are discarded to the sofa next to them, and Wei Ying’s pants are wrinkled around her ankles.
Her Lan Zhan, so graceful. The prettiest woman in the world.
Wei Ying groans as Lan Zhan opens her mouth fully to push the flat of her tongue against Wei Ying’s clit. Wei Ying’s head drops back, her hands flitting around Lan Zhan’s shoulders as she cries out, as Lan Zhan continues the assault on her cunt. Wei Ying feels herself dissolve when Lan Zhan looks up to meet her eyes, her mouth buried in Wei Ying’s pussy and her gaze dark enough to send shivers down Wei Ying’s spine.
“Oh!” Wei Ying yells, as Lan Zhan buries her tongue so deep that her teeth scrape against Wei Ying’s clit. “You’re so good at –ngh-- this, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying continues.
From the look on Lan Zhan’s face, she probably considers it an offence that Wei Ying is still speaking. Wei Ying is very happy to learn this about Lan Zhan. After all, this is the first time they’re doing this. It had come about one fine day that they were sitting together on their couch, in their shared room on one of the charged days after their mutual confessions to each other, sitting in the snow holding hands. Wei Ying had been enthusiastically trying to make her desires known to Lan Zhan by vociferous and frequent makeout sessions, but it hadn’t boiled over until the day Wei Ying had outright told Lan Zhan that she wanted to have her, to be together with her.
They picked out one of Wei Ying’s double-ended dildos together, and there they were, on this couch, with Lan Zhan’s mouth buried in Wei Ying’s cunt, lapping over and over at the sensitive head of her clitoris, her hands moving slowly in circles around the fold of the labia. Lan Zhan, cast in a silhouette by the window behind her, looked beautiful as her neck swooped down to devour Wei Ying. Wei Ying couldn’t do much except bury her hands in Lan Zhan’s silky knots. The lap-lap wet sound of Lan Zhan’s tongue gets faster at that.
Lan Zhan reaches one finger into the core of Wei Ying, and she, riled up as she was, screams. Another finger enters, and Lan Zhan scissors them inside Wei Ying, and oh god she’s inside and she comes with a yell to the pulse of Lan Zhan’s fingers crooking up, up, in sync with the kitten licks on her clitoris. Lan Zhan pulls out of her, gives a consolatory lick up her pussy, and reaches up to pull Wei Ying into her arms. Well, arm; the other one was working the long, cock-shaped end of the dildo inside of Lan Zhan.
“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asks.
“I’m good, Lan Zhan, I’m really good, you should’ve told me you were so good at- ai!” Wei Ying is bitten on her neck as Lan Zhan hides her face there. Wei Ying feels her warm breath, panting. Lan Zhan must be close, Wei Ying thinks, and reaches a hand down to tug at the double-ended dildo inside Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan jerks and groans.
“I should ask you about how it was for you,” Wei Ying says, as she runs her fingers around where the dildo disappears into Lan Zhan, “You’re so wet, it’d slide right into me, thank you, Lan Zhan.”
At the compliment, Lan Zhan lets out a little whimper, and mumbles something into Wei Ying’s neck. Unable to understand her, Wei Ying laughs and calls out her name mockingly. Lan Zhan clenches a little at that from where she is stretched around the dildo, and grits out, “Wei Ying will take the other end.”
Wei Ying is both disappointed and excited at the prospect. While she was very much looking forward to being fucked to oblivion, it was a hard choice against sliding into Lan Zhan, her legs open against Wei Ying’s hips. Wei Ying hums an affirmation, and at that, Lan Zhan unpeels herself off of her, and stuck together as they were from their mutual sweat and the bit of slick that had dripped down Lan Zhan’s neck, her breasts make a srrrh sound as they detach from Wei Ying’s abdomen.
It seems that Lan Zhan understood what Wei Ying didn’t say, because immediately after pulling away Lan Zhan slides the circular end into her pussy, unrecovered from her orgasm, and she gasps. Lan Zhan smirks as she imperiously looks down at her spent and bare body. Wei Ying shivers.
The circular end was neither deep nor providing any stimulation to her clitoris; the sensation of rocking and being only partially filled was driving Wei Ying insane. As Lan Zhan fucks herself, Wei Ying only holds at her hips desperately.
Lan Zhan is making small sounds, the gyration of her hips becoming more and more forceful as she scrabbles at the leather of the couch for support. One hand of hers remains at her clitoris, ever so obedient, and Wei Ying can see how the skin around it indents with the pressure with which Lan Zhan’s fingers dig into it. Lan Zhan’s little moans fill the air, and Wei Ying, Wei Ying can only start rocking her hips to the beat of Lan Zhan’s, responded to by a sharp inhale of air and an ominous shhhhhrrrt as the leather of the couth rips.
The dildo entirely stops moving as Lan Zhan clenches hard and comes, and Wei Ying can see her eyes scrunched shut, her nails digging into the leather around her; her lip is being tugged into her mouth, her head tilted back and Wei Ying almost comes just from looking at her.
Gorgeous, she thinks, as Lan Zhan shakily slides off, beautiful, as she tugs the dildo out of Wei Ying’s pussy and smirks at her.
She says, “Thank you for keeping it wet for me,” and Wei Ying groans. She really is unfair. Lan Zhan finds a harness, and stops the streams of complaints erupting from Wei Ying’s mouth by sliding into her pussy, a thumb digging into Wei Ying’s clitoris.
Needless to say, Wei Ying never gets the chance to finish her complaining. As Lan Zhan fucks her, in and out, continuously and almost with cruel precision, Wei Ying says, “I--” a rough thrust, fingers moving across her clit. Wei Ying groans as Lan Zhan keeps rocking in, in, in, and tries to say, “If you continue, I will--”
“You will what?” Lan Zhan says, as she moves, moves, her chest shining with sweat in the dark, her nipples erect, her hips flexing. Wei Ying is going crazy, “I will burst,” she says, her voice shaking, as the crescendo mounts, and Lan Zhan’s abdomen unfurls with her thrusts, “I will--”
As pleasure overtakes her, she babbles nonsense as stars pop into existence all around her. Lan Zhan only moves slowly, rhythmically, taking Wei Ying into her arms, her eyes almost shining. There is no world around them, and even if it was, it’d be bursting into supernovae. Wei Ying, gasping and moaning, only notices the arms wrapping around her tenderly, and is happy.