Camila sprinted up the steps to her apartment on the third floor, since the fucking elevator wasn't even working. God, everything was frustrating. Work was stressful as shit, and not to mention that her monthly penis was back and it's sort of begging for some action...
All Camila wanted was to go home, collapse on the couch, rub one out and listen to the sound of her girlfriend's voice. Maybe drink an entire bottle of wine too, but that would be pushing it. And she has work again tomorrow.
"I'm hooooome." Camila announced as soon as she walked through the door of their apartment. "Damn baby, something smells good."
Dinah's head peeked from the kitchen, a bright smile lighting up her face, and just like that, half of Camila's burden was gone. "I made lasagna for you!" She walked over with her cute pink apron, a pair of black booty shorts and a long-sleeved NYADA shirt to plant a kiss on Camila's lips. "Vegan though."
"You know I don't mind it." Camila said, peeling off her coat and putting her boots on the rack beside Dinah's pair. "C'mere, let me have some therapy."
Dinah giggled and held out her arms, and Camila immediately sank her face against the crook of her girl's neck. She pressed her body against Dinah's until her back was up against the wall. Her nose nuzzled against the warm smell of Dinah's skin with a sigh. Pliant fingers threaded through her hair, and a groan escaped Camila's weary body.
"Bad day, huh?" Dinah murmured, her breath tickling Camila's ear as she nodded. "Poor baby. I know exactly what you want." Camila perked up at this, and Dinah giggled, her knee nudging against the underside of Camila's testicles. "No, not Fringe reruns. Something better."
Okay, so that was really fucking hot.
"But it will have to wait. Dinner first."
"Fine." Camila huffed, but her cock was no longer dormant, and she couldn't blame it. Fucking Dinah Jane is such a sex goddess...
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After dinner, Camila rose up to help Dinah with the dishes, but a finger stopped her from entering the kitchen. "Nuh-uh. Wash up, brush your teeth, and go to the guest room."
Now, Camila's dick was half-hard. "Really?"
Dinah smirked, and it looked almost evil. "Mhmm. Now go."
And go, Camila did.
She rushed to the bathroom and brushed her teeth while she picked out her clothes. She chose a purple dress shirt and a pair of loose slacks. God, she's literally quivering in anticipation. She went to the guest room, and fucking hell. The lights were dimmed, slow RnB streamed through the speakers, and Dinah was already leaning against the pole.
Dinah was wearing a pair of fuck-me heels (trust Camila that she will do just that), a pair of red lingerie, and a smirk that lit Camila on fire.
"Sit." Dinah ordered, and Camila's ass was against the couch in less than a split-second. "What would you like tonight?" Dinah hiked her leg around the pole as she twirled around, her eyes trained on Camila. "A simple dance? Or the deluxe?"
"The deluxe." Camila barked out.
"Ah-ah." Dinah sucked her teeth in disapproval. "What's the magic word?"
"The deluxe, please..." She gritted out. Camila's hand slid against the bulge in her pants and fuck, nothing's even happened yet but hell... The anticipation was killing her. "Dinah..."
"Hands off." Dinah growled, and really, Camila had no choice but to listen. She fisted the fabric of her pants and stared up at Dinah as some distant RnB song made her girlfriend sway to and fro. The way her hips rolled, how her breasts pressed up against the pole... It made Camila's cock twitch in her pants.
