#don’t like don’t engage bestie ✌🏻

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Aimsey perches on her knees on the floor, while Guqqie sits on the sofa, her thighs spread wide open, inviting her girlfriend.

Aimsey is happy to oblige, burying her face in her warmth, tasting that slickness. She’s not even bothering with any pretenses of foreplay. She wants Guqqie’s pussy.

Aimsey licks incessantly, almost like an innocent little puppy dog when you finally come home after a long time away. She just can’t get enough of pleasing her girlfriend. Her whole body shifts as she tries to find the right position and angle, absolutely enamored by Guqqie’s pussy and everything it has to offer her. Soon enough, Aimsey’s fingers are spreading her girlfriend’s folds open, obsessed with that sweet nectar.

When Guqqie throws her head back, one arm going behind her head as though it’s the only thing she can hold to stay connected to gravity, she feels the whole world tilt on its axis.

She feels liberated, exasperated, almost like how you feel when you have the sunroof open and you’re speeding down a winding road.

She gasps, letting out a soft “fuck…” and a small, exasperated giggle, shocked at even herself. That pleased smile stays plastered on her face the whole time.

When she realizes gripping the sofa isn’t enough, her other hand instinctively goes to the back of Aimsey’s head, something primal in her wanting to guide her girlfriend to what feels perfect.

She feels a pounding in her temples and a pleasurable thrum throughout her body. Weirdly she can also hear the chorus of Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough by Michael Jackson, looping over and over.

Aimsey stares up at her with those puppy dog eyes, only about two-thirds of her face visible. Her eyes are already hazy. She’s on her knees in her tuxedo, practically worshipping Guqqie, the intensity of her gaze absolutely reverent. And it’s enough to make Guqqie slip into a state of borderline insanity.

And it becomes even more powerful, as though it punctuates every shallow breath. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, ‘til you get enough.”

When Guqqie finally reaches the point where she just can’t take it anymore, she lets out a noise like a Minecraft witch, a small whimper.

She feels the wave coming and she knows it’s going to possess her body, an involuntary force waiting on the horizon.

She tenses up and slackens over and over, her pelvis contracting, the pleasurable full-body release crashing. While the physical reactions are strong, her facial expressions tell the whole story, punctured gasps and her eyes rolling like she’s getting exorcised.

When she slowly balloons back down to earth, she’s exhausted. She hadn’t even realized she had completely flattened on the sofa, her head propped up by the cushions.