Pills & Roses

Paint me a picture.

Arin and Hannah.

Arin was in the studio, painting things around her and in front of her. She had  no idea what to do anyways. Not until Hannah arrived.

Hannah entered her studio wearing nothing but lingerie. When she looked at Arin, she stopped walking and turned into a red apple.

“This isn't nude art class?”

Arin shook her head and stared at the other. “You do look good in lingerie though. And you look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?”

Hannah shook her head, yet she had the sudden urge to burst out a question.

“Do you want to paint me? I-i mean it's your decision, you don't have to of-”

“Shut up. Tell me your name and position yourself so I could paint you” she spat and Hannah looked down, doing as she said.

Arin scoffed and muttered under her breath. “Pathetic little slut.”

After a few long hours, Arin began to finish up and looked at her masterpiece.

“It's beautiful, isn't it? You positioning yourself and me talking to you.” Arin just nodded and got up.

“who said you could get up, Hannah?” she spoke to the other, moving closer to her and eventually being on top of the other. Hannah looked up at Arin with pleading eyes and then looked away biting her lip.

Arin scanned her and then placed her lips on the other. It was like a magical sensation. Fireworks and sparks blew up in Hannah's chest as she kissed back. But the kiss soon got rougher and faster and Hannah was struggling to keep up.

Luckily Arin pulled away and went to her neck, kissing it while slowly getting rid off the bra Hannah was wearing.

Hannah's breath started to get quicker and her chest moved faster. She wasn't really prepared, but she needed this.

Arin unclipped Hannah's bra and slowly pulled away from her neck.

“those hickeys really suit you.” she chuckled right after and dived in straight to sucking her boobs. Licked them, sucked them, massaged them, anything you could think of. Hannah let out a few quiet moans and weakly looked at Arin.

“Are you sure it's okay to do it here?- ah-” she let out a noise as Arin bit her.

“Silence, you whore. You think you can do anything in this world, can't you? Well you can't because this is in my world. You're in my world and my rules follow, slut.” she spat at the other and Hannah kept silent.

Arin chuckled once again and moved down, putting her finger on Hannah's clit, applying pressure onto it. Hannah wanted to feel some sort of friction so she tried to move but Arin held her still.

“Arin please. Please I need you right now. I need you so bad. Fuck me like the whore I am.” she said out loud.

Arin stopped for a second. Begging? She never asked for it. She immediately turned Hannah around.

“listen to me. You spoke when you weren't supposed to. Now count with me.” she slapped her ass.

“o-one-”

Slap.

“t-two”

Slap.

“t-thr-ah!!”

Slap

“f-four”

And soon, the number reached to twelve. Hannah was red and tears were flooding down her cheeks.

“Now, I'll fuck you. happy?” and Hannah nodded.

“Use your words.”

“y-yes Arin”

And Arin was satisfied. She pulled her panties off and licked her clit which was followed with a moan. Before you know it, Arin was fucking the other with only her fingers while her mouth did all the talking.

“You fucking whore.”

“little slut just for me.”

“you're enjoying this, aren't you, fucktoy.”

Hannah started to grind on her fingers as her eyes rolled back, releasing all over her.

“beautiful. You did so well. Is there anything youd like to do as a gift for being a very good girl?”

Hannah nodded and got a chair, pushing Arin on it and sitting on her thigh. Just then she started riding it while making out with the other.

What a lovely art piece, this inspired people to do.