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Appreciation	By : TextualDeviant Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 1533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Trisha x Meg (SourceFed)
- 2-Michael x Jake (Vsauce)
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She released a single, hot, heavy moan. Her head dug into her pillow, and her feet into her mattress. She started gently teasing her clit with the tip of her pointer finger.
“Ha…”
She sighed deeply, slowly working her bright pink cock-shaped dildo into her open, wanting mouth. The base of its head slid easily over her lips and onto her tongue. As it penetrated her, the finger she over her clit picked up speed. She inserted the dildo further, her tongue caressing it, as her lips closed tightly around it.
She exhaled heavily as she opened her mouth, placing the dildo against her other – yet equally eager – lips. She gripped it tightly, breathing in through her nose in anticipation, right before she heard a loud knock on her door.
“…fuck!”
She had completely forgotten that she had invited Trisha over to her apartment.
“cooking vlog!... fuckfuckfuck…” she scream in her head.
She shoved her toy and underwear beneath her pillow and threw herself down her loft bed’s latter as quickly and quietly as her slender legs would allow. She dashed towards the couch where she had tossed her clothes earlier, her dark red hair flailing around her face.
“Just a second!” she yelled, attempting to sound casually preoccupied.
“Penny, get off!” she growled under her breath, yanking her shirt free from her pet.
She hastily put in on, then the pair of pants beside them. Trisha would be able to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, but that was acceptable given the circumstances.
She rushed to the door, remembering to catch her breath before she opened it.
“Hey!”
“Hey! How’re you doing?”
“Great, come on in…I was just vlogging.”
She knew she shouldn’t have said that: her laptop was closed…and she didn’t smell like vlogging. The two of them made their way into the living room. Penny, who had left the couch to help Meg greet her guest, rejoined them on it.
They made small talk, neither of them daring to mention the food they had planned on preparing. Meg was doing a good job maintaining her calm, casual façade but she knew she had been figured out. She wondered if Trisha was waiting to give her an out; for her to make up a story about a game or something she was just about to leave to pick up. As eye contact became more and more awkward to make, she decided it was time to stop keeping her friend trapped.
“So…”
“Soo what?
“Look, please don’t be upset, but I forgot you were coming and I was…totally masturbating…” she slowly explained.
Her friend just laughed.
“Yeah, I know. But why would I be upset?”
“Well, because I’m always teasing you, and I didn’t want you to think I…meant for you to be here…for that…”
“Aw! I’m not upset…in fact…”
“In fact what?”
She rubbed her hands against the leather couch cushions; they were dry.
“So not here…” she mumbled.
Trisha pushed herself off the couch and bounced her way over to Meg’s bed. She climbed a few steps up the latter so that her hand could reach under her pillow.
“Ah-ha!”
“…what are you doing?”
“I insist that I’m just straight, but we’re friends, and friends help each other out.”
“…what?” was all she could muster, the flush returning to her face.
Trisha walked back over to the couch, waving the toy around.
“Take ‘em off” she playfully commanded. Meg was reluctant, but ultimately obeyed. She pulled her shirt off revealing her bare chest, tossing it on the other side of the couch. She curled up on her back, working her pants off her thin waist. Trisha had sat down beside her with an unusual glint in her eyes for someone who was “just straight.”
Meg kicked her pants off cueing Trisha to grab a pillow, putting it in her lap, and resting her feet on the coffee table.
“C’mere” she ordered, tapping the pillow with her free hand.
Again Meg obliged, sitting on the pillow and resting her legs over her friend’s.
“Oh, wait, here” Trisha said, handing the dildo off. “This will help you out even more…”
She began peeling her shirt off. Meg quickly turned around to get a better look, straddling her as she threw her shirt with the other. Trisha leaned forward allowing Meg to do the honors of removing her bra. It was her friend’s turn to be slightly embarrassed – though she was mostly flattered – as Meg’s mouth stood agape at the sight of her enormous breasts. Eventually regaining her composure, she tossed the bra on the pile.
Trisha motioned her finger in a circle ordering Meg to turn back around. She did so, keeping her head still and her gaze on her friend’s chest as she twisted the rest of her body back.
Meg repositioned her legs and slowly leaned back, melting into Trisha’s chest; the feeling of her nipples against her back enrapturing her. Her face became almost as red as her hair.
Trisha got right to work, sliding her left middle finger over Meg’s still-at-attention clit. Her other was buried between her lips. It pushed them apart and began powerfully teasing her opening.
“Just hand it back when it’s ready” Trisha whispered.
Meg nodded her head as she press the toy against her mouth. She started licking it sheepishly, but quickly become bolder, pushing it in and giving it the same treatment as she had before. She was reluctant to give it back; Trisha’s fingers weren’t nearly as large as her toy, but she knew how much better they’d feel. But that would be a little too much to ask, she decided, as she lowered it down to her friend’s hands.
Trisha happily reclaimed it, quickly pressing it against Meg’s lips as she continued sliding her finger against her clit. She turned her head to get a better look at Meg’s face – her eyes closed in anticipation - as she inserted it with a loud slush.
Meg opened her mouth wide, breathing in deeply. Trisha couldn’t help but open hers slightly as well.
“Ahh…” she slowly breathed back out as Trisha retracted the toy to the head.
Meg’s breathing got in tandem with the thrusts of the toy as Trisha’s somewhat gentle glide became a harder, faster grind. A stream of Meg’s wetness had collected into a pool on the pillow.
“Ahh…” she let out again, the pitch of her moans rising.
As Meg approached climax she repositioned herself; her feet on Trisha’s knees, her hands gripping her lower thighs, and her back bucking against her ample chest.
Trisha began pumping her faster and deeper with the dildo, and her strokes against her clit became quicker and shorter.
“Oh, fuck…I’m…gunna cum…” Meg whispered breathlessly.
“Please do” Trisha responded, perhaps a little more lustfully than she meant to.
She threw her body forward and her head back as she came with an intensity she never achieved on her own. When she had finished convulsing she melted back down into Trisha, panting and exhausted.
“Holy shit…”
Again, Trisha could only laugh. Meg eventually climbed off her friend, having recovered, sitting down beside her.
“So…cooking vlog?”
“Yeah, sure…give me a minute…” Meg whispered, reaching for her clothes.
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