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Hello, this is the author section. 👋
I'm a bit wary about writing this because I know my friends will see this. Eek.
(And I posted a song for you side enjoyment.)
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Brianna closed the door behind her, quietly. She had spent her day exercising, doing yoga but a certain woman had plunged her focus.
Naturally, it was Aquaria.
Her raven hair always left Bree in a trance, catching her eye from a mile away.
And them lips.
Oh, them gorgeous lips. Brianna just wanted to kiss and touch them; to own them.
Of course, that would be a ridiculous idea for Brianna to conjure up (in her point of view).
Aquaria had a god-like status upon the New York scene, shooting up the popularity charts like a star. To Brianna, this unfortunately made her increasingly doubtful about her odds with Aquaria.
They were too different.
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Bree was lounging on top of her bed when the Snapchat message dinged through. Looking at it, the blonde only assumed it was a silly selfie with some other drink girl Aqua had hooked up with. What did come through however, was the complete opposite.
A picture of Aquaria, topless, biting her cherry lips as she help one of her perky breasts.
'Fuck', Brianna thought.
Aqua: Like what you see? 😘
Confused, conflicted and absolutely cracked: Bree frantically wrote a reply.
Brianna: Yeah, you look good but I don't know if this was specifically for me.
Aqua: Haha, sorry. Britney and Brianna look really similar.
(Two words: heart crushed)
Brianna: Oh.
Aqua: Don't worry she isn't nearly as pretty as you.
Her heart thumped against her chest, delaying her reply but before she could type, Aquaria sent another message.
Aqua: Can I send more?
Gulping, Bree wrote back.
Brianna: If you want to...
In a split second she received a spam of pictures.
Looking through, the blushing blonde realised all of them were vastly risqué. They transitioned from the younger girl crouched submissively and eventually - after a mind numbingly amount of time passing - into alluring ones of her naked.
Her hair draping over her chest making a lusty, translucent vision.
Brianna felt light headed as she bit her lip. Aquaria'a curved body made her strain out a moan, quivering fingers touched the screen in a desperate way.
She craved more.
Aqua: Send me a picture? I'll be good for you...
Brianna mentally cussed, she was sweaty, tired with no make up on to compliment herself.
Until she thought of something that she knew would drive the other woman edged.
After pulling down her sports bra enough to revealed her hardened nipples, she poured generous amounts of water on herself. To make sure she was lathered, Bree turned on a flash so her body gave off a wet lubed effect.
Then she swiped on a nude matte lipstick to put the cherry on top her proud work.
Perfect.
Snapping pictures for Aquaria was like a challenge, you just had to match her perfectness. Smirking, the last photo was taken. After looking through Bree had decided a tilted image of herself while biting her lips with her tits pressed together was the game breaker.
Once sent was hit, she kneeled into her lap smug thinking about how she was torturing the girl on the other side.
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Aquaria panted rapidly. After that photo she had been harshly rolling her hips against the velvet bedsheets. Clenching her fist, she moaned out, "Fuck..." she breathed in between the pause, "Brianna look what you've done to me."
Kicking off her soaked shorts, she looked down overwhelmed from the sensation she felt.
She knew Brianna enjoyed teasing her, torturing that place in between her quivering thighs.
Finally, she touched her throbbing pussy, curling up - small, dominated.
