Caminah Smuts

Home Visit

On bright, crisp Fridays, Camila often finds herself saying 'fuck it' to class as she packs her overnight bag to spend the weekend with her girlfriend. It is not as if her presence is required in lectures anyway, and Camila is a smart girl. She reads her class notes on the train that stems from New Haven to New York, and in those three hours, it is as if she attended the lecture. Except by the end of it, she is now closer to Dinah.

She checks the large clock that was scattered all over the train station. If Camila's assumptions are right, Dinah would be practicing for her upcoming midterm dance exam. Camila grabs food on the way, asks a freshman for the location of the dance studio, and when she arrives, it is as if Christmas has come early.

Dinah is alone–maybe because it is a Friday–bent over a ballet barre, dressed in black tights, her thick, wavy locks draped across her shoulders as she stretched. The stirring in Camila's pants are inevitable. She locks the door behind her, drops her bag on one of the benches, and stalks her way behind Dinah. Her cock feels heavy and constricting, that she presses herself against Dinah's back with no preamble whatsoever.

"Wha—Camila?!" Dinah gasps, but Camila is not hearing any of it. She cups Dinah's ass and presses herself against Dinah's pliant body. Camila buries her nose into Dinah's neck and breathes in the scent of her girlfriend, a low growl rumbling through her chest. "Fuck, you smell so good." She hums, nips the soft skin of Dinah's neck, as her clothed cock ruts into the crevice of Dinah's shapely ass.

Dinah whimpers and bites on her bottom lip to stop her moans, but Camila is not having any of it. She suckles on her pulse point and continues humping her through her clothes. "C-Camila, we can't... Not here—" Dinah tightened her grip on the barre with a sharp gasp when Camila bit hard on her jawline.

"Yes we can. I closed the door and everything." Camila bends her over roughly and unzips her fly to take out her cock. She rubs the rigid shaft against Dinah's clothed ass. "I haven't had you in weeks, Dinah... God, I just want to eat you, make you come all over my mouth." Camila crouches down, tugging Dinah's workout shorts down, along with her fishnet stockings. Dinah squeaks, but Camila's palm on her ass was enough to make her bite her lip to maintain silence. "Fuck, look at that pink pussy..."

Camila parts Dinah's pussy lips with her thumbs to get a good look at Dinah. She fingers her stiffening clit, her mouth latching onto her inner thigh. She sucks, rough and sloppy, until a red bruise appears. "C-Camila, I don't think this is a good idea." Dinah whispers. Her thighs are trembling, and Camila grips them to keep her steady.

"Why not? I always make you come." Camila smirks and laves her tongue all over Dinah's plump flesh. Moaning at the taste that filled her mouth, Camila yanks Dinah by the thighs so she can bury her mouth and nose into her pussy. Dinah yelps and grips the barre with shaky fists.

"O-oh my god..." Dinah bites her lip and sees their reflection in the mirror. Camila, greedily lapping away at the steady stream of her pussy, with her cock jutting out from her zipper. It is rock hard and thick. It is enough to make Dinah drool, and drool she did. Camila flicks her tongue across her clit, her nose dipping into Dinah's clenching hole. "Camila, I need your cock in my mouth. I want to suck on it, and taste your come on my tongue. Please, baby?"

"Not until your pussy clenches when you come around my tongue." Camila growls, and as soon as Dinah grips the barre with her arm, Camila's slippery, skilled tongue pushes into her slick cunt. She laps at Dinah's walls, her taste always enough to sate the hunger of Camila's desire. Camila suckles harder, spit and girl come dripping down her chin and onto the hardwood floor. Dinah moans at the sight, her eyes locked on the reflection of Camila's actions.

Camila is relentless, her mouth doing things that Dinah thinks only come from porn. She curls her tongue around Dinah's clit and bites roughly it. Dinah grits her teeth and ruts her ass back into Camila's skilled mouth. She rides her tongue until she feels her body tingle and stir. "C-Camila, oh fuck, I'm—"

Smirking, Camila brings her fingers to Dinah's clit and pinches it as her tongue thrusts in and out of her dripping pussy. Dinah screams, and in a gasp of Camila's name, her entire body shivers. Her pussy clenches and gushes as she comes. Camila holds her steady as she laps away at her twitching pussy. She scrambles to her feet, grabbing her cock by the base and swiping it across Dinah's sensitive cunt.

She doesn't give Dinah time to beg. Camila snaps her hips and in one full thrust, her cock stretches Dinah's still grasping pussy. "So tight and wet..." Camila murmurs, her eyes locking with Dinah's, as she bends over the ballet barre. "You love choking my cock in your pussy, babe?" She grasps Dinah's hips and pounds into her, rough and desperate. "I love this pussy, I love you." Camila leans forward, presses her front to Dinah's back and bites the shell of her ear.

Dinah bites her lip, knowing that she tends to get loud whenever Camila is in a mood of rough fucking. She watches, listens intently at the way Camila's balls slap against her skin with every deep thrust into her soaking pussy. "Yes, Camila..." Dinah groans, her eyes locking with Camila's through the mirror. "Love how you fuck me..." She uses her pussy muscles to massage Camila's hard shaft, breaking the steady rhythm of Camila's thrusts. "You feel so big inside, oh my god. I can feel your cock all the way inside—"

Camila smirks and ruts into her in an increased pace, not caring anymore if anyone walks in on them. "When we get back to your apartment, I'm taking you on every surface." She murmurs. She tightens her grip on Dinah's hips, forming half-crescents on Dinah's smooth skin. "I'll fuck your tight little pussy on the couch, the kitchen table, against the front door..."

"But Mani—"

"Screw Mani." Camila murmurs, reaching down to flick the stiff bud that throbs between Dinah's slick thighs. Camila pinches and rubs, lets Dinah's clit slide in between her soaked fingers. "She'll understand. You're mine, and she knows that. So I'll fuck you on every inch of your apartment, make you scream my name until you lose your voice." She snaps her hips and feels her balls constrict. Still, she holds out coming. Camila fucks into Dinah, their hips clapping in a rough, constant noise.

Dinah's mouth parts in a silent scream. Her pussy clenches and grasps at Camila's thick meat, her come gushing out of her. Camila grunts and pounds into her a few more times. "You want my come in your mouth, Dinah?" She asks tightly. She is so close, she can feel her precome steadily pulsing out of the tip of her cock.

"Yes!" Dinah grits out. She scrambles to her knees, her spine tingling with her orgasm. She parts her mouth and watches Camila jerk herself off. While Camila focuses on the beautiful sight of Dinah, on her knees before her. Her balls tighten, and with a stuttered gasp, Camila comes, whimpering Dinah's name as white streaks of come paint her pink tongue. "Holy fuck..." Camila grunts, a spurt escaping Dinah's mouth to spill across her cheeks. "God damn, baby..."

Dinah smirks, locking eyes with Camila as she swallows. The sight of Dinah's throat bobbing is enough to make Camila's entire body jolt. She moans and tugs Dinah to stand up. Camila tucks herself back into her jeans and makes sure Dinah is fully dressed. Camila kisses the tip of her nose and wraps an arm around her hip as Dinah's knees are still weak and shaky. "Take me home and make do on that promise, Camila." Dinah husks in her ear.

Camila gives a fake salute, her cock already stirring in her pants. "Yes ma'am."