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avaspornstar · 5 days ago

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ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ ᡣ𐭩

— ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ; ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ, ᴛᴀꜱᴛʏ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ. ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪɴɪɴɢ.

— ᴄᴡ; ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴛʀɪʙʙɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ ᴋ1ɴᴋ

You had already planned out Valentine's day on your own, how you usually had to do with all your other partners. Cook them dinner, let them grace you with a store bought bouquet, and then your body would be some half-assed gift to them. It has never been different, and even though Grayson has taught you many things you never knew about love, you never imagined this would be one of them.

She came home, her regular bags under her eyes from exhaustion. You rushed to her, arms wrapping around her neck and pressing her body flush against yours. She lightly chuckled, returning the embrace and placing her head on your shoulder. "Happy Valentine's day, hun," You begun, excitement coursing through your body.

She pulled away, a light smile on her lips as she grabbed your chin with carefulness. "Beat me to it, huh?" You nod with a giggle, intertwining one of her free hands with yours. "You're dressed all pretty, are you perhaps in the know of something?" You tilted your head with a smile, slight confusion in your gaze. "Nuh uh, jus' made you dinner,"

Your exclamation had her eyes widening, watching you trying to drag her through the house and into the dining room. She shook her head, an awkward little chuckle leaving her mouth once again. "Dear, hold on–" You stopped in your step and turned to her, an eyebrow cocked. "I'm really grateful that you made us dinner, but I had something planned for us today," She murmured, looking down at you with sympathy and gratitude.

Your head tilts in confusion, still holding onto her hand, face drooping a little. "What do ya' mean..?" You thought she was just going to skip dinner, go straight to bed, it was unlikely of her but you weren't sure what else she meant. You knew couples went out, but Grayson was a busy woman, busier than most. You were suprised enough she left early today. "I set up a reservation at a restaurant, we could still keep the food for tomorrow though."

Your eyes darted around, trying to figure out if she was being serious. "Aren't you tired?" You asked gently and she didn't respond, instead coming closer to kiss you briefly. "Such a sweet girl," She mumbled against your lips, kissing you once again. "Wear a shorter dress with two braids, you'll fit right into the decorations, dear," A genuine smile comes upon your lips, giggling like a little girl and running to the bedroom to pick out an outfit and get dressed up again.

Grayson made the night mythical, a bouquet with your favorite flowers and wrapped perfectly, a dinner at the dinner place you've always told her about, and now she's taking you home. Grayson taught you many lessons about sex, she taught you sex was more intimate than you believed, that sex should be slow and sensual instead of rough and mean.

You bite your bottom lip from the inside in anticipation, wanting to already get home. She kept her hand lovingly on your thigh, not to high up, right over where your own hand was rested on your lap. The car ride was mostly silent, small whispers from her.

When she pulls into the driveway, you were already getting down from the car but she was at your door before you had to the chance. She undid your buckle, perching you up into her arms bridal style. You squeal, holding onto her. "Gray'!" She lathered your face in small pecks, basking in the sound of your giggles as she walked towards your shared bedroom.

Placing you down on the bed with care, she hovers over you and admires your figure. Her hand reverently traces the dress till she gets to the bottom of it, hiking it up to reveal your body. You whimper slightly, vision narrowed to look at her. Your heavy lidded eyes couldn't tear away from the way she hooked her fingers under your panties. "Going to prep you, baby, just stay still," She gave you a heads up, your hands running through her hair.

She presses against your touch, slowly undoing the tie of your dress to let it slip off your body. Her fingertips were light, hardly noticeable against your skin. Even the callous from holding her gun so often couldn't be felt. Her palms groped at your tits, feeing the warmth of the supple skin. Your little squirming, back arching to get more of her body against yours.

She tuts softly, "Patience, please." Her lips come to scatter hot, wet kisses on your body. She presses her clothed body against your nude one, lips sucks on the fat around your breasts and down your body. Her hands move up and down on your figure, breathing deeply against you. Your squirming is gentle, your clit pulsating against nothing. Your hand began to tug at her clothes, the layering and all, already feeling her bulging muscles. "Words, baby." She demands yet no force behind her tone.

"Can you.." You drift off when speaking, fiddling with strands of her hair. "Can you take off your clothes?" She kneels between your legs upright, unbuttoning her top and her belt already slightly coming undone. Your hips bucked upwards, trying to feel her jeans against your clit but failing miserably. She tuts and shakes her head, throwing the shirt to a random corner. "Told you to use your words for everything, dear." You huff, hands leaving her hair to grope her breasts, squeezing and cupping them.

Grayson knew everything that set you off, everything that had you begging for more, but so did you. The braids in your hair were coming out and your makeup was a bit smudged, her sight couldn't be torn away from your face. "Mommy please," You began, watching Grayson's breath hitch, her hands pausing on her belt. "Mommy need you to love on me." Grayson bit her bottom lip, throwing the belt elsewhere before shoving her pants down, body hovering over you once again.

You didn't hesitate to feel every muscle and curve from her body, hands on her hips and watching her eyes nearly rolling the back of her head. "Need mommy to make this all worth your time, baby?" She whispered against your earlobe, her hand wandering down to your needy nub. Her free hand tugged at your braid, rubbing lazy circles on your clit with the other. She felt your clit twitch, she felt your slick gathering on her fingertips. Your head was thrown back in nearly a moment but Grayson stopped when your gaze was averted.

A quick whine came from you, body unable to stop arching off the mattress. You whimpered, bambi eyes practically begging her to keep rubbing on you. You huffed when she didn't comply. "Wanna make you feel good but you have to keep your eyes on me, is that fair?" You hummed, a complain lingering in the back of your mind but not being expressed. "Okay mommy, promise, won't look away!" Her index continues to work at your clit, more precise this time. The craving in Grayson's veins was beginning to become apparent and intolerant, the need to have skin to skin contact. She groaned, watching your hole clench around nothing.

"Body is so fucking beautiful, baby," Grayson usually had clean language, words that weren't explicit, since she usually was better expressing herself. Yet when it came to moments like these, she slipped up, her own eyebrows furrowing as your half lidded glare kept still on Grayson. Your body began to shake slightly, an orgasm approaching. "Fuuucckk—" Grayson moaned out, her own cunt begging for something. Grayson pulled away right before your orgasm, eyes widening and whining like a child.

"Are you serious, Gray'?" Your body was still shaky, arm draped over your rosy face. "Did what you asked!" You complained. She cooed softly, hand cupping your cheek and caressing it gently. "Oh baby," She noticed the pout on your lips, the way you petulantly looked away. "Mommy's gonna make it up to you, wanna be on top, baby?" She murmured, her lips kissing the corners of yours. Your eyes lit up at her eyes, the tears that gathered from the lack of stimulation drying away and Grayson chuckled.

She laid back on the bed, nude just like you. Your frame stumbled over her, legs spread to feel her against you. You hesitated slightly, teasing her by not sitting down on her yet. "Fuck, baby, please," She looked at you, desperation in her tone and gaze. Finally, you sat down, your wet cunt placed against hers. Grayson's hand held onto the fat of your hips, guiding you to grind against her. Your lashes fluttered, hips stuttering as her clit nudged against yours.

"Just like that baby," Grayson encouraged, kneading the skin of your hips. You nodded, panting, "Mommy— shit, shit," You bounced against her, using her tits as leverage to go quicker. "Fuck, fuck fuck," She chuckled, watching you grind against her like a little puppy in heat. "Language, baby," You shake your head, moaning and feeling the squelching of your cunts being connected. "So close.."

Grayson held your hips when she noticed you slowed down, grinding you against her instead of you doing all the work. You spasmed, eyes rolling back and unknowingly squirting on Grayson. Her movements didn't stop, bumping her clit against yours feverishly. "Too much— mommy–" You moaned, dumbed down to nothing but a toy for her to finally cum on you. When she did, she held you closer, body flush against hers as she swayed her hips gently.

"There we go, fuck," She whispered, your face hidden deep in the crook of her neck. "Shower or bath?" She mumbled after a few seconds of uninterrupted silence. "Bath," You replied briefly, connecting your lips to hers with fervor. She returned it, holding you close.

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