"You got these fake locs in your head cause you wanted to be me, ma."
Yuna paused before continuing in her rough tone. She stepped closer to Jasma, lightly trailing her fingers down the girl's side.
They held eye contact, and Jasma felt like her body was on fire. This girl was embarrassing her.
She should be embarrassed, no?
Yuna gripped Jasma's neck securely, "You can't be me, Jasma. That's why you settle for me fucking you into the bed in the late of night."
Jasma couldn't speak. Her breath remained ragged. She softly closed her eyes and raised her hand to meet Yuna's arm.
She couldn't explain what she was feeling.
When it came to Yuna, Jasma couldn't think right.
Yuna was right in a way. Yuna was desperate for Jasma, how she talked, walked, looked.
Every little thing about her Jasma.
Jasma was infatuated, and Yuna knew that.
Yuna herself wasn't much better.
Nothing felt better than spreading Jasma's thighs. Watching the deep arch Jasma had and all she had to do was slide a finger down the girl's back.
How Jasma always held her moans in and how she chased Yuna's lips and hips.
Yuna hips would slam into Jasma.
"I ain't gon hurt you mama move your hand"
Instantly, Jasma's hand placed themselves at her side. Her stomach fluttered.
Yuna removed her hand from Jasma's neck. She muttered, "Fuck, J."
Jasma was looking up at the 6'2 female.
"Go lie on the bed, Jasma, you know I won't say no if you look at me like that."
Yuna was questioning why she kept putting herself in this situation. She soon became preoccupied with other thoughts.
Jasma was wearing a very tiny white crop that clearly showed her underboob. She had on loose navy pajama pants.
Nothing underneath.
Yuna guided Jasma onto her back and lifted the girls legs with a hand. She began to caress Jasma's clothed pussy lips.
Jasma squirmed. She couldn't label the feeling. It was just the coldest heat she's ever felt.
The wetness could hardly be seen through the dark pants. However, it was surely felt.
She gasped loudly when her waistband was snatched and her pants were thrown to the side.
She felt the unusual want to cover herself, hands rushing in between her tightly closed thighs.
Her hand was swatted, "I told what would happen the next time you come to me like this."
Yuna slid her two fingers inside and used her thumb to massage Jasma clit.
"You should see how your pussy has become accustomed to me. You sucking in my fingers ma."
Jasma moaned out softly. Yuna knew how to work her body.
Jasma gripped the sheets as she felt her g-spot be massaged.
"Yuna- fuck-"
Yuna grimaced at her underclassmen cursing, "Watch your mouth pretty."
Jasma sucked on her bottom lip feeling the pleasure through out her full body.
Yuna watched with a small grin as Jasma fell apart by her fingers. The girls pussy clenched around her fingers.
Yuna worked her open.
She leaned to whisper in Jasma's ear, speeding up her fingers.
"C'mon, pretty girl, show me how I make you feel."
Jasma's eyes were closed but fluttered open to meet Yuna's.
She put her arms around Yuna pulling her into her face and making out with her as she felt the juices spray out her pussy.
She tried to close her legs, the feeling too much.
"Don't fucking close your legs Jasma. You gon take this shit till you cry ma."
"I-"
Yuna interrupted her, "Shut the fuck up Jasma."
Jasma was overestimulated, her pussy was already overly sensitive. She was whining as Yuna plunged her fingers in and out of Jasma with no break.
Yuna's dick was already hard but she wasn't gonna fuck the girl. She don't fuck people she not in an relationship with.
It's not her thing.
What was her thing was watching Jasma try to subtly move back off of Yuna's fingers. She popped Jasma's inner thigh.
"Do I gotta repeat myself?"
Jasma cried out, "No, I'm sorry. It's - mhh- it's too much."
Yuna fake sympathized with the girl, pulling her fingers out. "Aww, my poor baby.. Turn around and arch that shit."
Jasma whined as she turned around and put her face to the bed.
Yuna pulled out her dick, not fucking don't mean she won't use her to get off.
Jasma looked back upon hearing the girl groan. Yuna's penis had to be no less than 8 inches.
Yuna spit on Jasmas pussy adding to the juices flowing down her thighs.
Yuna spread it down with two fingers before placing her dick in between her wet lips.
Jasma gasped when she felt the long thing rub against her clit.
Yuna placed her hand on Jasmas neck pulling her up and using her as a fuck doll.
"Fuck.. you feel good ma."
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I feel like ending it here 😂 here yall go
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General Fiction(n.) the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality This is a lgbtq+ short stories smut book. It's also only going to be POC in this book, but enjoy! Request will be accepted.
