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The bass thumped through the crowded party, lights flashing in a haze of sweat and laughter. Sophia had chosen her dress with wicked intent—a slinky black number that hugged her curves like a second skin, the hem riding high on her thighs, the neckline plunging deep enough to tease glimpses of her full breasts with every sway of her hips. She knew exactly what it did to Daniela, and tonight, she reveled in the power of it.
Daniela stood by the bar, nursing a drink, her eyes locked on Sophia as she danced through the throng of bodies. Every brush of fabric against skin, every arch of her back, sent a jolt straight to Daniela's core.
Sophia caught her gaze and smirked, sauntering over with deliberate slowness. She pressed against Daniela's side, her hand trailing lightly down her arm before slipping lower, fingers grazing the front of Daniela's jeans.
'Enjoying the view?' Sophia whispered, her breath hot against Daniela's ear. She ground her hip into Daniela's crotch, feeling the growing bulge there, hard and insistent. Daniela's cock twitched under the denim, straining as Sophia rubbed against it again, slow circles that mimicked what she wanted later.
Daniela groaned low in her throat and gripped her waist, pulling her closer. 'You're killing me,' she growled, but Sophia just laughed, low and throaty, and slipped away to dance with someone else—close enough that Daniela could see the sway, the tease, but not touch.
All night, it continued: a brush of her ass against Daniela's front during a song, a lingering press of her thigh between Daniela's legs while they talked to friends. By the time they stumbled out into the cool night air, Daniela's dick throbbed painfully, pre-cum dampening her underwear.
The cab ride home was torture. Sophia's hand rested on Daniela's knee, inching upward, nails scraping lightly over the seam of her pants. Daniela clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to shove Sophia's hand away—or pull it closer. 'Stop,' she muttered, but her voice lacked conviction.
Sophia leaned in, lips brushing her neck. 'Why? You love it.' She whispered.
Daniela glared at her and leaned in to whisper back. 'You want a punishment? Fine you'll get what your asking for.' Then she leaned back like she didn't just whisper something that made Sophia's knees shake.
They barely made it through the apartment door. Daniela kicked it shut with her boot, slamming Sophia against the wood. Her mouth crashed down, hungry and demanding, teeth nipping at Sophia's lower lip before her tongue plunged in.
Sophia moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in Daniela's shirt, but Daniela wasn't gentle. She tongue-fucked Sophia's mouth with raw urgency, thrusting deep, mimicking the rhythm she craved lower down, tasting the faint tang of the party's cocktails on Sophia's tongue.
Sophia gasped when Daniela broke away, her lips swollen and wet. 'Dani—'
Daniela didn't let her finish. She grabbed Sophia's wrist, yanking her toward the kitchen, the air thick with their shared heat.
Sophia's dress hiked up as she was shoved against the counter, the cool edge pressing into her lower back. Daniela crowded in, hands rough on Sophia's thighs, shoving the fabric up to her waist. No panties—Sophia had planned this, her pussy already slick and bare, glistening under the dim kitchen light.
'You've been begging for this all night,' Daniela snarled, unbuckling her belt with one hand while the other pinned Sophia's hip. Her cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head flushed dark with need, a bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. She didn't waste time—gripped Sophia's thigh, hooked it over her hip, and lined up.
One brutal thrust, and Daniela buried herself to the hilt. Sophia cried out, her nails digging into Daniela's shoulders as her pussy stretched around the invading cock, walls clenching tight. Daniela didn't pause, pulling back only to slam in again, harder, the counter rattling under Sophia's ass. Each fuck drove deep, the wet slap of skin echoing in the quiet apartment, Daniela's balls smacking against Sophia's ass with every plunge. Groans and moans echoed on the apartment.
Sophia wrapped her legs around Daniela's waist, pulling her closer, her breasts heaving against the low neckline. 'Harder,' she demanded, voice breathy and broken.
Daniela obliged, gripping Sophia's ass to lift her slightly, angling to hit that spot inside that made Sophia's eyes roll back and her mouth to open. She pounded relentlessly, cock pistoning in and out, Sophia's juices coating her length, dripping down to slick her thighs.
The tension built fast—Daniela's hips snapping forward, grunting with effort, sweat beading on her brow. Sophia's pussy fluttered, tightening like a vice, and she came first, shuddering against the counter, a sharp whine escaping as her orgasm ripped through her.
Daniela followed seconds later, thrusting deep one last time, her cock pulsing as she flooded Sophia's core with hot cum, spilling out around the base as she ground against her.
They stayed like that, panting, Daniela's forehead pressed to Sophia's shoulder. 'Next time,' Daniela murmured, nipping her ear, 'you wear that dress, and I fuck you right there at the party.'
Sophia smirked, wicked and sated. ‘Is that a threat or an invitation?’