Caminah Smuts

Tease

In the concentrated hush of Camila's bedroom, Camila reclines on the middle of her bed. Beneath her, crisp linen sheets, stark white with tiny floral prints of sunflowers. Her legs spread, Camila cannot help but grasp a handful of Dinah's hair and whimper.

"DJ," She stammers, her hips rising just as Dinah's head lowers, plump mouth parting to swallow more of Camila's thick cock. Wet tongue glides against the underside of her meat, slithering against the base and teasing the soft skin of Camila's ball sac. The Latina shivers, unable to breathe and do much other than arch into Dinah, hoping to bury her rigid dick deeper into that hot, grasping throat.

Sweat drips along the side of Camila's cheek, her toes curling. The muscles of her thighs tense. Dinah sucks up to the head, her puckered lips catching against the flared tip of Camila's cockhead before she releases it with a delicate pop. Spit coats Camila's pulsing shaft while Dinah reapplies lip balm to prevent her lips from chapping.

Once again, Dinah wraps both of her hands, small in contrast to the thick girth she holds. She jacks Camila off. Tongue dips into the parting silt and precum feeds into Dinah's hungry mouth. Camila has no idea how long it's been, but it feels like Dinah's been sucking her dick for hours, keeping her on the brink of coming. Her balls are swollen and her trembling legs are beyond her control.

"D," Camila manages to say without her voice hitching in her throat. "You're teasing me a lot more than usual today."

"Hmmm?" Dinah hums when the flat of her tongue is against the sensitive underside of Camila's dick, right where the tip and shaft meet. It sends the smallest of vibrations but it gets Camila gasping for air. "I don't know I what you possibly mean by that, Mila."

"I'm just saying... Usually you let me come by now."

"Because you haven't asked," chastises Dinah.

"If I ask, would you let me come?" Camila asks with a skeptic look on her face.

"Not at all," Dinah grins wickedly and closes her swollen lips around the crown of Camila's throbbing cock. She sucks with an expertise formed from when she made a concentrated effort to master sucking Camila's cock. It was a month of Dinah giving purely blowjobs every chance she gets. Sneaking into empty bathrooms during class, hiding in locker rooms, during parties where no one gives a damn where they are. Dinah makes it a point to be good at everything, and damn is she amazing at giving head.

Camila whines, the back of her head hitting the headboard with a dull thud. Still, Dinah's mouth is so warm. Paired with the steady, teasing suction, Camila feels like she can come any moment. An extended sensation of pleasure that has her writhing with every touch.

"Wait," Camila grunts as Dinah smoothly swallows the thickness of her shaft. Her throat muscles flex, and for a second, Camila loses all thought and capacity for speech. "Fuck, do that again..."

"What did you say?" Camila hears the smile in Dinah's voice. Her eyes, squeezed shut, flutter open and she meets Dinah's dark beautiful eyes. She looks gorgeous, as always, but when she does this thing where she bats her eyelashes and sticks her bottom lip out the way she's doing right now, Camila's heart lurches. Her cock visibly pulses in Dinah's stroking hands.

"This isn't you trying to convince me to fuck you in the ass again, is it?"

Dinah's silence is all the answer she needs. "I knew it. Babe, I already told you why I'm hesitant to try it!"

"I know, and I quote, 'my dick is too big and I don't want to hurt you'." Dinah sits up, and wriggles out of her skirt and panties. She pulls off her sweater and straddles Camila's lap, her pussy lips kissing the underside of the Latina's cock. Dinah kisses Camila on the nose on her way to reach for something in her bedside drawer. "But you see, I've been practicing."