Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Janna

Caitlyn couldn't take her hands off Zeri.

Holding, stroking, groping, kissing - it was what she was made for. Her arms were made for holding, to wrap around a warm, soft body and hold it against her. The palms of her hands were made for stroking, for gliding across silky smooth skin, for exploring curves and valleys and dimples. Her fingers were made for groping, for moulding the liquid flesh of breasts, for testing the tenderness of thighs and ass cheeks, for squeezing, for pinching. Her mouth was made for kissing, for mixing spit, for licking teeth, for sucking on tongues.

How had I never seen the truth before? Our bodies are designed perfectly for pleasure. If this is what it means to be a whore, fuck it, I'll be the biggest whore I can be... in here anyway.

Giggling, Zeri pulled away from Caitlyn's kiss. What a nuisance. Caitlyn pulled her back in and kissed her neck instead. Their breasts squished together. As they should. It's what they were made for, after all.

Annoyingly, Zeri pulled away and swatted at her. "I need to get changed. I need to leave soon."

Caitlyn's lips popped as they left Zeri's neck, leaving a red mark. "Leave naked." She squeezed Zeri's thigh. The muscle resisted her fingers. "No one will mind. In fact, they'll probably thank you for saving them time." Caitlyn pinched where she'd squeezed.

That got another wonderful, tinkling giggle from Zeri. She swatted her again. "I can't leave without my jacket."

"I didn't realise Ahri had a dress code. She has quite the inverse, actually."

Caitlyn slid her palms along Zeri's silky smooth thighs, seized her ass, and claimed two heaping handfuls. God, what she wouldn't do to push her back, spread those cheeks, and eat her out. The ass was made to be eaten out, and fucked, and filled with cum. Ahri's rules were so unfair, unnatural even.

"It's too special to be trusted to anyone else," Zeri said. Her voice snapped Caitlyn back to reality, but not her hands.

Caitlyn's hands kneaded Zeri's ass. "Special? It's quite fabulous and definitely practical. But special? What's so special about it?"

"It just is." Zeri's voice shrank.

Blast, I'm an idiot. Caitlyn tore her hands away and sat up straight. "I think I may have a solution that will please both of us?"

"Yeah?" Zeri sounded tentative.

Caitlyn reached around Zeri and tugged her jacket out from beneath her. The shirt - more of a rag now - had gotten itself tangled inside. Caitlyn fished the rag out of the sleeves and undid the knot it'd tied in itself. When she placed the jacket on Zeri's shoulder, the grin she received set her heart to singing.

Zeri shrugged into the jacket. A shame and a pleasure. While it covered her arms and hid her hips, it accented the curve of her bust. Zeri's breasts were giants by any stretch of the imagination but, half exposed by the open front of the jacket, they looked like something right off the cover of a swimsuit magazine.

Caitlyn grasped Zeri by the shoulders and threw all her weight against her, pinning her to the couch. The jacket parted just enough to expose half a nipple. Her insides churned.

Zeri broke down into a fit of laughter. "We- We can't fuck again, you know!"

"I don't care. We'll make out until Ahri's knocks."

"Yes, Ma'am~"

Caitlyn's lips crashed into where they belonged, clasped around another pair. The rest of her followed suit. Her hands slipped beneath Zeri's jacket and found her hips. Her fingers squeezed flesh and muscle. Her palms glided across curves and silky skin. Her tongue found Zeri's.