Caminah Smuts

Taking Out Frustrations

They were on Dinah's bed, both sitting up and the cheerleader straddling Camila's lap. In her pants, Camila's cock stirred while they made out, Dinah nibbling on her lower lip and scratching the nape of her neck with her fingernails. Her hands were underneath Dinah's cheerleader skirt, placed atop the swell of her ass.

Long, delicate fingers danced around her crotch, slow and teasing. A deep groan reverberated in Camila's chest when Dinah palmed at the prominent bulge that now made its presence known, and she could only pray that Dinah's parents weren't going to come home early to inevitably cockblock them.

Three weeks. It's already been that long since she and Dinah last had sex because they were always being interrupted by her dads in her house or by Dinah's parents while they were heavily making out on her bed.

So to calm her raging hormones down, she either had to take a very cold shower or jack off while watching porn. They were slightly effective, but she'd much rather bury her cock inside Dinah's sweet, hot pussy and dump her load in there.

"My pussy missed your cock," Dinah whispered sultrily, rocking her hips to show her need. "I miss having your thick, hot load in me, Mila."

"Jesus!" Camila exclaimed, her eyes wide open as she looked up at Dinah, dark, brown eyes staring back at her with lust.

"I miss having sex with you. Every night, I lie naked on my bed and touch my naughty pussy while I think of your big, delicious dick stretching me so good," Dinah moaned sinfully, and Camila groaned as she pictured it out.

Dinah, lying eagle-spread on top of this very bed, her legs spread wide open and rubbing her sopping sex with her hands. It was so fucking hot, and the fact that Dinah touched herself while imagining being fucked by her prick made it all the hotter.

"But it isn't enough," Dinah growled, grasping Camila's jaw while she rocked her hips more fervently, heightening the brunette's arousal and need to be buried inside the silky heat of her cunt. "My fingers don't feel as good. Nothing makes me feel better than your cock."

A tight squeeze on her clothed erection emphasized Dinah's point, causing Camila to gasp and tighten her grip on the delicious globes she was groping. Her hard-on bordered on painful, and she itched to yank it out and ram it inside Dinah's wet, waiting pussy.

Dinah scrambled to unzip her pants, and just as she fished Camila's raging erection from her boxers, the sound of a familiar car engine filtered through the windows of Dinah's bedroom. Without bothering to hide her displeasure, Camila groaned loudly and fell on her back.

Looking equally frustrated and annoyed, Dinah yanked at her hair and let go of Camila's shaft.

Dammit. Her prayers didn't work. Again.

In her frustration, Camila huffed, tucked her erection away, and zipped up her jeans. Dinah sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, her cheeks flushed and eyes narrowed irritably. This was a common occurrence when they were about to get naked and they're suddenly interrupted. Camila sensed that it wasn't only her nerves that it was grating on, but Dinah's as well.

Who wouldn't if they were hot and heavy and someone decided to unknowingly cockblock them?

"Ugh!" Dinah huffed and lifted her legs to shift away from Camila, and the brunette itched to pull her back down and rip her cheerleader uniform off, parents be damned.

Was it so wrong to want one night all to themselves? Just one night of uninterrupted sex, because shit she didn't think she can handle one more day without sliding her cock inside Dinah's warm and welcoming pussy.

"We should get ourselves fixed," Dinah sighed and ruffled Camila's hair.

Camila just grunted and smoothed out her shirt, her erection slowly deflating when she thought of a shirtless Shawn. Dinah gave her a chaste kiss and patted her chest, and Camila sighed and got off the bed.