Caminah Smuts

Brand New Discovery

'Oh holy fuck', was the first thing that came to Dinah's mind when the music started and Camila sauntered over to her, smiling like a minx that was about to devour her prey, which was probably true, given the way that Camila leered at her from beneath thick lashes. The beat of the speakers came in rhythm with Dinah's heartbeat. She sat on her palms, the urge to curl into herself to protect the ever-hardening bulge in her trousers. "B-baby?"

"Relax, Dinah." Camila murmured, her hips swaying like a seductive pendulum, enough to hypnotize Dinah and do whatever she was bidden. Slumping back into the couch, Dinah released a steady breath and groaned at the way Camila raised her shirt to reveal a sliver of skin. "I've always wanted to perform a lap dance. I... hope you don't mind?" Her girlfriend of two months smirked, and Dinah had to bite back a whimper. Her voice sounded innocent, and it drove Dinah mad.

"No, of course not..." Dinah swallowed hard as Camila planted her knees on either side of her body. Camila gripped Dinah's shoulders and swirled her hips, for four counts, before scrambling off Dinah. She faced away from the blonde and sat down atop her lap, ass flush against Dinah's straining cock. Dinah could tell that Camila felt it by the way she stiffened above her. "Mila—"

"Dinah, what is that?" Camila demanded, yet her hips remain insistent in her movements, as if she was trying to infer what was poking her butt insistently with a few shakes of her hips.

"If you would just stop moving..." Dinah grunted and held Camila still, her warm ass sandwiching the shaft that formed in her pants. "Look, I need to tell you something, and you have to promise you won't hate me, slap me, or kick me out." Camila turned around, straddled Dinah once more, and held the blonde's face in her hands.

"I would never!"

Dinah took a deep breath and stroked the smooth skin that peeked out from the hem of Camila's shirt. "I never really imagined getting this far with you, but umm..." She kissed Camila's collarbone, her jaw, and then her cheek. "But Mila, I have a penis," she held up a hand, effectively silencing Camila. "I've had it since I was born, and you didn't know until now because I hide it pretty well." There was a glint in Camila's eye that Dinah knew so well. "You're... You're going to ask to see it now, aren't you?"

A swift nod, and Dinah had to chuckle. "Okay. But you can't—"

"I won't judge, be disgusted, or mock you. I love you too much to do that." Camila tilted Dinah's chin upwards for a deep, mind-numbing kiss that left Dinah breathless and panting, cock harder than ever. Camila got off her lap and knelt down in between Dinah's legs, hands warm on top of her thighs.

Dinah cleared her throat. "Are you seriously... Never mind." She flicked her jeans open, raised her butt off the couch, and pulled her trousers and boxers down. Camila even helped her. Dinah's cock was half-erect, jutting out from between her legs, and resting against her thigh. "There, you saw it. Now let me tuck it away—"

"Mm mm," Camila smirked like the little devil that she was. She shoved Dinah back and wrapped a soft, warm hand around the base of Dinah's pulsing cock. "Did you really think I'd pass up the chance to make you feel good? To suck on this... thick meat?" Dinah shuddered and bucked into her hand. "That's what I thought. You want my lips wrapped around it, don't you?"

"Who wouldn't want their dick sucked by you?" Dinah whimpered, her cock now at full mast, despite the lack of movement from Camila's grip. "That sexy mouth—"

"Did you masturbate to the thought, Dinah?" Camila trailed her tongue against her bottom lip, leaving it shimmering with her saliva. She curled her tongue around the spot where Dinah's shaft met the head. Dinah trembled and a bead of transparent precum oozes out of the silt, which Camila immediately slurped up. "Mm, that tasted good."