Chad looks over at Wes, putting down a card. Wes groans, drawing 4 cards. Amber hums, putting down an edited card that says "the person to the left of me is a simp and i personally believe everyone should make fun of em. draw 72 loser."
Wes scoffs. "I don't have to do that." "But you do. or you can get out." "Fine." Wes stands up, throwing his cards at Amber before storming out.
And Amber would've chased him, if a sick Tara wasn't pressed against her chest.
Amber looks down at Tara and sighs. "Whatever." Chad grins and cocks his eyebrow at Amber.
"What?" "you're not gonna fucking fuck the fuck out of her fuc-" "I'm not fucking Tara when she's sick. that's cruel." "So are you,"
Mindy laughs, placing a card down. "Uno," "y-you skipped me.."
Tara whispers, sitting up. Mindy groans, taking her card back as Tara places down a draw 4 card. "Not fair!" "don't skip me next t-time," Tara sneezes, sniffling and climbing back into Amber's lap.
Amber wraps her arm around Tara's waist, pulling her against her chest. Tara looks up at Amber, whispering into her ear.
"Can we go upstairs?" Amber smiles softly, pausing the game and placing her and Tara's stack of cards back.
She picks Tara up, bringing her up to their bedroom and setting her gently on the bed.
Tara smiles, spreading her legs.
"I'm not really about to fall asleep...i just want to do t-that thing you do when I'm sick and we have sex.."
Tara murmurs, looking up at Amber innocently.
Amber face shifts-a look of confusion, slight anger, and lust.
She sighs, smirking. "You could've asked. nothing wrong with sick sex. well-" "Amber, just fuck-" "Amber? fuck?" Tara blushes, knowing what Amber wants.
"m-mommy..." Tara whimpers. "Yes, honey?" "c-can you p-please t-touch me?"
Tara asks sweetly. "Of course, hon." Amber takes off her rings, watching as Tara's face contorts into a look of disappointment.
"did you want mommy to keep her rings on while she touched you, hon?" Tara blushes hard, shaking her head. "thought so." Amber flips Tara on her back and rubs Tara's clit gently. Tara moans softly.
Amber leans down and kisses Tara's forehead gently.
"I want you to relax, okay? Just chill. be a good girl for me, okay?"
"y-yes mommy..." Amber kneels between Tara's legs and kissed Tara's clit, sliding 2 fingers inside Tara.
Tara blushes and arches her back.
"No no, baby," Amber presses Tara's hips into the bed. Tara coughs, blushing as she feels Amber's cold fingers on her clit.
Amber grins and licks Tara's clit, before slitting on Tara's clit and rubbing roughly, reaching up to lick her nipple. "Are you turned on, sweetheart?" "yes...please....ahh..."
"Ready?" Amber sucks Tara's clit, using hwe tounge to swirl around it and slap Tara's ass. "you want my fingers? yeah," Amber slides 2 fingers into Tara, standing up and licking Tara's clit, and sucking her nipple.
Amber pinches Tara's nipple.
Tara looks up, eyes teary and nose runny. "My poor girl, you're sick. but you still love getting fucked, don't you? yeah," Amber licks Tara's clit, sucking her clit harder, increasing the intensity.
"Sweetheart," Amber says. "Arch your back, love," Tara complies, arching her back and blushing as Amber flips her onto her stomach, pulling her sweatpants down.
"Good girl,"
Tara coughs, looking up and sneezing. "Is it getting worse?" "y-yes," "poor baby," Amber rubs Tara's clit faster, pumping her fingers in and out aswell.
"Ahh..." "Your pussy is so wet, is mommy doing a good job?" "Nghh..."
"yes...ahh.." Amber reaches up, still shoving fingers in and out.
She sucks and kisses and licks Tara's neck.
Amber pulls her fingers out of Tara and licks some juices off, then places them on Tara's lips. "open and suck," "y-yes mommy," "good girl," Amber licks Tara's lips.
"Look at you, sweetheart. so good for me." "y-yes..." "
"That's it, baby, open your legs wider for mommy," Amber commands, slapping Tara's thigh gently. Tara arches her back and whimpers. "Too rough, love "yes," "sorry," Amber says, biting down on Tara's neck.
"mommy..." Tara moans, arching her back.
"I don't wanna ruin it for you, my love,"
Tara whimpers, grinding down. "Just relax, baby," Tara reaches down, attempting to rub her own clit. "Aht aht, not yet, sweet girl." Amber licks her lips, leaning forward and licking Tara's clit.
Tara shudders and looks up at Amber. "M-my legs hurt, mommy,"
"they do, honey?" "Poor baby. not only do you have a cold, but your legs don't work. How unlucky can my girl be?" Amber teases.
"God, amber..please...i'm close.." "You're close?" Amber smirks. "That's my girl," "You gonna let mommy fuck you?" "y-yeah,"
"You like when mommy does that?" "y-yeah...nghhh.."
Amber slides two fingers into Tara's mouth and licks Tara's nipple gently, before pinching her nipple.
Tara moans and blushes.
Amber pulls back and bites Tara's neck before licking the area gently and leaning back down to lick Tara's clit.
She kisses Tara, forcing her to taste herself.
"want mommy to cover up the hickeys now?" "N-no." "Ohh, you want everyone to know who had their way with you?" "Y-yes mommy," Tara blushes and shivers, coughing into her arm.
Amber licks Tara's clit, sucking gently. Amber walks into the closet and opening it, grabbing a set of matching pajamas and dressing Tara.
"You look so pretty. do you want me to do your hair?" "Yes, please.." Tara yawns.
Amber puts Tara's hair into a french braid and rubbing her thigh gently before carrying her downstairs bridal style and setting her on the couch.
Tara curls up next to Amber, sneezing. "My poor sick baby," Amber teases.
"Come on, baby." Amber sits on the couch next to the group, watching Tara climb into her lap and lay gently on the arm of the couch.
She cuddles into Amber's chest, Amber watching as Tara dozes off in her lap. "Sleepy?" "yes," Tara mumbles.
"Mkay. we'll go upstairs and take a nap, okay? but you have to eat when you wake up." Tara yawns. "Okay..." Amber rubs Tara's back gently.
