"It's quite simple," Camila whispered into her lover's ear, her lips softly brushing against the delicate skin. "Can't keep your hands to yourself, you lose."
The brown-eyed woman raised an eyebrow. "And if I can?"
"Then you can have me. Do whatever you want," the petite woman answered.
Dinah sat in the chair Camila had brought in with a nod. She can surely keep her hands to herself for ten minutes.
Her confidence quickly dropped with Camila's silk robe. She was in a red thong and black stockings. Her blush nipples stared back at the green orbs, taunting the woman. Dinah's core throbbed with want as Camila turned away to start the music. Her full ass swayed and her brown locks bounced slightly as she did so.
"Shit," Dinah hissed, already finding it hard not to launch off of the chair and get in between the Cuban's thighs.
"Remember," Camila purred as if reading her mind. "Hands to yourself."
With a devious laugh, Camila strutted back towards Dinah to the beat of the song playing. She threw her right leg over Dinah's lap and straddled her, pushing her boobs against the woman's face as she rolled her body. Eyes dark with arousal, she looked at the woman beneath her, pushing some of her hair off of her shoulder. Her actions seemed to pain the fair skinned brunette, and the suffering etched on her face only added to Camila's fire.
Settling one leg in between Dinah's, she sat on the woman's smooth thigh. She slowly dragged her hips towards the woman's body, then slowly dragged them back, pleasuring her clit through the thin fabric covering it. She let out a low, breathy moan, hugging Dinah as she continued her movements.
"You feel amazing, Dinah," she whispered against Dinah's neck.
Dinah remained silent and squeezed her eyes shut. Camila's actions sent heat straight to her core. She had no doubt ruined her panties, but much to her sexual drive's protest, she wasn't ready to give up. She could feel Camila's hard clit dragging against her thigh, though. The woman has panting quietly, letting out long moans as she rubbed against her. Dinah bit her lip, finally opening her eyes again.
"Oh fuck," she mumbled, regretting looking down at her thigh. As Camila slowly drew her hips back, Dinah caught sight of the trail of arousal she left. Though the sight only made her clit throb harder, she couldn't look away. Instead, she clutched the sides of the chair, digging her nails into it as Camila's hips began to move faster.
"Do you mind if I cum on your leg, Dinah?" Camila asked through fast breaths.
Dinah swallowed a moan, not able to give the girl an answer. Her body rocked with Camila's as the said girl chased her high. She moaned right against Dinah's ear as her opening began to clench. The room was filled with the wet slapping sound of Camila's hips meeting Dinah's and moans rising in octaves every few seconds. Dinah could smell Camila's delicious arousal and forced herself to ignore the way her girlfriend's knee was now pushing on her center. Willing for the time to be up, she held her breath, trying her hardest not to cum then and there.
"Oh fuck!" Camila moaned, throwing her head back and moving her hips as fast as she could. Her walls were fluttering, and as she began to tense up, she didn't hear the timer go off.
But Dinah did, and she quickly attached her hands to the woman's moving hips when the quiet beeping filled the room, helping Camila reach her climax. She continued to watch her thigh get coated in her love's arousal, and moaned quietly when she felt her core spasm against her thigh.
"Go ahead and cum for me," she growled, effectively pushing and pulling Camila's hips before she moaned out her name.
Dinah held onto her as she came, little shock waves running through her body too. She was breathing just as hard as the woman on top of her.
