The Ultimate Dick

Thirty-Five

- Dinah, you really need to keep looking, hm, this? Camila asked as she felt Lauren's cock take on a life of its own and move on its own for the fourth time, touching her buttocks.

Dinah had pushed Camila onto Lauren's lap because the couch was small.

- I need to understand how this stick works. It's like it has a brain of its own. Dinah said quizzically, eyeing her notebook screen closely.

- I can understand your margin of thought. Camila said, turning her head to look at Lauren who had lips pressed together and a pained expression on her face.

-- When I unravel this guy's formula I swear I don't ever want to see a penis in front of me. - Camila laughed and leaned against Lauren's body, turning her face to whisper something in her ear

- Do you want me to get out of here? You seem to be having a bad time. Camila said in a whisper and Lauren shook her head.

-- She'll see. Lauren said, looking at the counter where the pillows were. Camila just nodded before feeling Lauren's arms go around her body.

-- I knew! Dinah yelled. -- You're making out.

- Just because she hugged me? Camila asked arching an eyebrow and Dinah shook her head.

- You're whispering phrases into each other's ears. This is so gay. - Lauren wanted to take her hand to her pants and fix her, after all it was bothering her. Camila's every move also made things worse, Lauren was holding back from having an orgasm.

- All right, we had a few kisses. Camila confessed, snuggling deeper into the older one's arms, feeling Lauren shift restlessly beneath her.

- Camz, don't move like that. -- Lauren asked quietly and Camila apologized.

-- How about if we see something about genetics? This is by far not something that will make us understand...

- It's not even coming. Dinah cut Camila off. - You suggested it the other day. Now let's go to the end.

With a defeated sigh Camila nodded. Her eyes returned to the screen, but Lauren's constant shifting told her that the girl wasn't okay. Dinah suddenly got up and went to the counter.

- Camila, come here. - she asked and Camila smiled at her.

-- I am feeling lazy. Speak from there. - Camila said and Dinah stopped the video.

- Stop being lazy. Just show me the other day's notations. Dinah said showing Camila's notebook.

- No, say what you're looking for. - she insisted.
- Don't make me come get you.

- Here's the notebook I show you. - Camila asked.

- I am not your slave. -- Dinah countered.

- Nor I yours. Camila said and Dinah squinted, walking over to the smaller one and pulling her hand.

'No...' Camila strained, pulling her body back and pressing herself closer against Lauren's cock.

'Yeah...' Dinah snapped, pulling again. They always acted like that and Camila would even find it funny if she really didn't have to stay there to keep Dinah from seeing what Lauren was hiding.

- Dinah, stop! Camila said vehemently.

"Camz..." Lauren muttered, feeling the brush of Camila's ass making a back and forth over her cock. -- Don't... This. 

- It doesn't hurt to come. Dinah said pulling Camila, who again pulled her body back.

-- Heavens. Camila! Lauren pleaded, pressing her fingers against the smaller one's waist. She was about to come.

- You little bitch, I'm stronger. Dinah insisted, pulling Camila in again and, as usual, Camila pulled her body back in, putting enough pressure to feel a lingering bite from Lauren on her back before she leaned her forehead against the bite and sighed.

Camila pushed Dinah away and turned to Lauren with her mouth open.

'Don't tell me...' Lauren's embarrassed nod made Camila turn to Dinah.

-- What's it? Dinah asked seeing the surprised expression on Camila's face.

- I need you out. Seriously, Lauren is allergic to pudding and has had a reaction. I already call you in your trailer. Camila said and Dinah frowned.

-- I can help with something?

- Just do as I say, thanks. Dinah nodded and wished Lauren a 'get it better' before she left.

Camila rushed to the door and locked it, looking amusedly at Lauren.

-- Bath now! Camila said pointing to the bathroom and Lauren nodded, walking in there with her head down in shame.

Camila sighed and touched her bottom, realizing that it hadn't wet her. She laughed, at last she couldn't believe it: Lauren had come.