Low moans fills Amber's normally quiet room. She looks up at the source, Tara. She shoves her tongue inside of the shorter girl, enjoying how her face twists in pleasure and how shes taking in much deeper breaths than before. She flattens her tongue against her, Tara wraps her legs around her head from the contact. Her grip on the pillows beside her, tightening.
She smirks as she continues her actions. She doesn't remember how she got here but it doesn't matter, Tara's here with her.
She holds onto Tara's thigh, squeezing it. She pulls away from the shorter girl for a moment, placing kisses along her inner thigh. Tara whines pitifully as she takes ahold of Amber's hair, guiding her back to where she needs her.
She obliges, she'd do anything to hear those noises come out of her again, knowing that she's the reason behind it.
Amber can feel herself throbbing, she likes it when Tara pulls her hair. It hurts so good. She shoves her tongue back inside of her, Tara mewls , her grip tightening on Amber's hair. A moan slips past the goth's lips, her hips bucking. She pulls away, looking at Tara. The lower bit of her face is a mess, covered in Tara's wetness.
A pout formed on her face when the goth pulled away from her.
She crawls on top of the shorter girl, sitting on her lap. Tara rests herself on her elbows, waiting for Amber to do something. She stares down at the girl under her, her hands roaming over her body. She stops at the girl's waist, noticing her own bulge, she swallows a whimper, her eyebrows furrow as shes breathing from her mouth. She looks back to her girl.
Tara moves her hand to Amber's shorts, the taller girl's eyes follow her hand. She cups her bulge, rubbing her through the fabric.A whimper leaves Amber's lips. She feels warm. Her eyes meet Amber's as she holding the hem of her shorts, silently asking if she can take it off. She slowly nods, biting her lip.
Tara pulls her member out, she's hard, the tip is a light shade of red. She readjusts her position, so that shes face to face to Amber. She wraps her hand around her cock, staring into Amber's eyes. She strokes her gently. The goth breathes heavily, feeling like she's stuck in place as the shorter girl leaves a trail of kisses from her cheek to her neck. Tara's free hand moves to Amber's hair, pulling her head back, trying to get more access to her neck. Amber moans, thrusting her hips against the shorter girl's hand. Tara smiles against her neck as she speeds up her strokes.
The goth breathes heavily, trying to keep her tone down. She feels so close. Tara gets closer to her face, staring at her lips. She leans in, about to kiss---
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Amber jolts awake, she blinks a few times, looking around her room. Its still dark outside.
She huffs, frustrated. She could cry right now. Her clothes stick to her body uncomfortably, she's sweaty. She can feel her bulge pressing against her boxes. A soft whine leaves her throat, she wishes she could say that this was the first time that this has happened.
Tara had been studying for her exams, so she couldnt spend much time with her, which she understands but these past few days, those dreams kept coming to her head.
Annoyed at how it feels on her body, she hurriedly tries to take her shirt off, hearing a faint ripping sound. She struggles to get it off her. She stays still for a moment, her head is stuck through the hole of her shirt. She breathes out deeply, then calmly continues taking it off.
A silent gasp leaves her mouth as her chest meets the cool air. She closes her eyes, resting her head against her bed's headboard. She breathes slowly as her hand moves to her boxers, peeling it off just enough so that her shaft was out. The tip is red, precum oozing out.
Its humiliating how much of an effect the other girl has on her and she isnt even near her.
She wraps her hand around her shaft, starting off slowly then gradually going faster, setting a pace. Squeezes herself slightly, Tara usually did that when.. they have sex, she enjoys how Amber's face twist in pleasure whenever she does it.
She thrusts her hips lightly so that it matches Tara's hand movements. She holds her hips down, "Let me help, just stay still.." Tara whispered to her, her breath meeting Amber's neck. She squeezes the taller girl's shaft slightly. The goth's mouth falls open, her eyebrows furrow as she closes her eyes in pleasure. "Feels good?," Tara asked as she stares at her girlfriend in amazement. Amber nods enthusiastically at the girl.
She lets out a low moan, Tara. She could only think about that girl. Tara. She feels something warm on her. She opens her eyes, staring down at the mess on her hand and a bit on her stomach. She groans. She gets up from the bed, her legs feel weak as she gets out of the room walking to her bathroom. She didnt bother putting her shirt back on, no one's home anyway.
She washes herself quickly, she has to go back to bed. There's school tomorrow.
