celestial

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Last edited » March 13, 2024
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* Contains: Making out, anal fingering, orgasm denial, oral

PICKING RAINBOW DASH UP FROM PRACTICE

You softly whimpered into Dash's mouth as she locked lips after rushing you two into your house. Her foot kicked the front door closed before she roughly pushed your back against the wall. Softly gasping from the force, you ignored any pain and stood on your tip toes, wrapping your arms around her neck and turning your head opposite of her.

Your hands frantically searched for something to grab, and considering where your limbs were resting, you chose Dash's damp hair. However, you were confident that the moisture was from her dumping cold water on her to cool down faster than pure sweat.

It wasn't that you doubted her dedication to soccer, as you've found it was her favored sport, but you've also never sweat enough to make your hair follicles moist from roots to ends. However, her jersey was damp and not the best smelling. Dash's pounding heart and lack of oxygen weren't helping this fact much.

"You're so sweaty," you breathlessly teased as she paused the kiss. Her hazy, cerise eyes shift down.

She smiled, sliding her hands into your pants but staying above your panties. "As if you don't like it."

You smiled as you said nothing because she wasn't wrong: athleticism was incredibly attractive to you, and Dash's sweaty flyaways made her look admirably messy.

Her left hand fiddled with your panties' g-string for a few minutes while her right's middle finger assessed how aroused you were. Hearing her chuckle when you elevated onto your tip-toes again after a single finger slipped in, Dash would quickly pick you up and carry you to the couch when she had enough.

Straddling her lap when she sat down, Dash kissed you as she reached back, her hand returning inside your work pants. Holding the back of the couch, you tensed when she spread some of your pussy's natural lubrication before pushing her middle finger into your asshole. Moaning into her mouth, she smiled as you squirmed when she wiggled her finger around.

"You're not.." You swallowed your mewls- "tired?"

Dash shook her head. "I'm not you."

Your hands clenched as you prepared to defend yourself, but Dash inserting more of her finger shut you up as intended. Pressing your lips together after a loud cry, you let go of the couch to grab Dash's shirt as she pumped your loosening hole. Her wide and loving eyes watched every micro-expression you produced and adjusted accordingly.

"Don't rip my jersey, Princess," Dash laughed as you were getting desperate, knowing full well that any form of penetration was not enough to make you orgasm.

Your pussy was hot and heavy, and you were incapable of suppressing your loose mouth with kissing as it cognitively required too much for your pleasure-driven essence. Relieving some of your grip, you shift your body to gently grind on Dash's thigh as you lay against her shoulder.

Much to her dismay.

Dash quickly pulled her finger out and grabbed the fat on your hips. "[First name]."

"Please."

"Oh, now you beg?"

"I.. have to get back to work, and now shower. I need time." She checked her phone to see what time it was: 5:26 PM. Dash thought.

"...You're lucky I feel bad." She held you as she got up, laying you down on the couch.

i'll have to change —You writhed as Dash kissed down your stomach as she pulled down your pants. Her right leg was still on the ground while her left was folded under her on the couch.

She softly laughed as she took your pants off, as well as your panties. Resting your calves on her shoulders, she wasted no time for once and kissed your clit. However, for a change, her finger - eventually fingers - fucked your asshole as she licked and sucked your folds.

Her left hand gripped the back of your thigh as you squirmed. Grabbing Dash's loose hair, you shuddered when she looked up at you with a smile and low eyes, her mouth still working. Gathering her hair cleared her previously obstructed vision, and she loved the sight in front of her.

she's so pretty   —You will genuinely never get over her beauty. Dash was perfect.
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You softly pant as Dash cleaned your pussy with her tongue. Shifting your eyes down when she finished and sat up, she wasn't up for licking her fingers clean, unlike when she vaginally fingers you. You chuckled.

"What?" You shook your head. She squint but left you alone, considerate of your timer.

she's really good —You had to take a few minutes to rest. Dash's expertise has only progressed since the beginning of your two's relationship, and she knew this, holding great pride.

"Can I shower with you?"

"Absolutely not." You would actually be late for work.

"I won't do anything!" she whined. "Really! I promise."

"If you were the element of honesty, I'd probably believe you."

"Do you know how many times AJ has lied to me? Don't let this element shit deceive you." You softly laughed, wobbly getting up.

"Yes, you can shower with me." You would give her a chance. Dash cheered, carrying you up the stairs.

"I'm only staying in there for, like.. 10 minutes, though. I don't take long showers. They're really usually 5 but I wanna rinse any sweat out of my hair."

"That's fine. I really just wanna shower together and save time. I'm gonna kiss you, of course, but I'll keep my hands off until tonight," she smiled upon the latter. Dash rarely has one round with you. If she does, she was rushed for time or punishing you.

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