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“Fuck,” Vi breathes out, eyes closed and mouth agape.
Standing at the edge of the bed, Vi thrusts her hex-strap into Caitlyn’s wet heat. Her hands tightly grip her lover’s hips as she rams into her. She hears her lover’s muffled moans, face buried in the sheets.
“Let it out,” Vi grunts, keeping her pace fast and hard.
“Fuck~”
It’s music to her ears.
Vi looks down at the woman below her, or the puddle of what’s left of her. Her flushed hickey-covered back flexes with each push. Her hands fist the sheets, bracing for each thrust.
Honestly Vi can’t decide which view is better, but her thoughts are cut short when she feels her lover’s pussy squeeze down on her strap.
“I’m gonna come,” Caitlyn moans. She lifts herself up onto her elbows, head drooping down. She’s only focused on reaching her peak, not on Vi’s hands moving up her back and to her shoulders. Her grip is strong, pushing Caitlyn back into her cock even harder.
Caitlyn makes her signature squeak before release, and Vi smirks.
Almost reaching heaven, Caitlyn opens her mouth in bliss until Vi stops, pulling out right before her orgasm.
“Fuck!” she groans. “What the hell!” She turns back, glaring at Vi’s shit-eating grin.
“Aw come on, cupcake,” she laughs, turning her lover onto her back. Instinctively, Caitlyn opens her legs to her, glistening and wanting. “I’m not finished with you,” she growls, leaning down over her.
They share heated and sloppy kisses, all the while Caitlyn tries to squirm her hips for any friction. Vi feels her grind against her cock. “Hey, slow down,” she grunts.
“Slow down?” Caitlyn huffs in frustration.
“Alright, alright,” Vi pulls back, taking her legs with her. She wraps her arms around her calves, squeezing them shut. She thrusts her strap between her thighs, gaining back a rhythm. She looks down, watching the tip of her cock poke out between her lover’s thighs and rubbing over her clit.
Caitlyn groans in frustration. “Vi, please.”
“Alright baby~”
Vi slowly guides her cock back into her pussy. She watches Caitlyn’s eyes shut in bliss, welcoming the stretch again. She starts slow, earning a frustrated moan from her lover. With each thrust, comes a stifled gasp, face flushed and hands gripping the sheets.
“Harder.”
Vi picks up her pace.
“I said harder!”
“I’m trying!” Vi realizes she’s sweating. The past hour of love making has finally caught up to her. She's a sweaty and panting mess, but she can't stop now.
“Fuck,” she groans, cock twitching inside of her. She pushes through, ramming harder into her lover.
“Fuck,” Caitlyn breathes out. “Fuck me harder, Daddy.”
Vi’s pace breaks, but only for a moment. It took all of her energy not to short-circuit at the pet name. Fuck, how could one little word turn her on so much?
But Vi powers through as hard as she can, thrusting her cock at a breakneck pace, but her concentration shifts to the toes hitting against her cheek. Caitlyn’s legs are straight against her torso, hips aligning perfectly, but with every thrust, her feet hit her face.
“Harder, Daddy.” Caitlyn’s flushed face scrunches up, brows furrowed. Vi knows what she’s doing. She swore she saw a smirk gracing her lover’s lips before she gasped.
She doesn't want her lover to gain the upper-hand, so she thinks long and hard as she continues her thrusts until a lightbulb pops in her head.
Vi takes the foot that keeps hitting her cheek into her hand. As she continues to thrust, she licks up the pad of her arch to the big toe.
“Ah-” Caitlyn stifled another moan, not wanting to give Vi the wrong idea, but it told her everything.
Vi takes her big toe into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around it. She takes the other foot, making it curl hard. She leans forward, bending Caitlyn’s knees towards her chest, giving her lover a deeper angle.
The tension in her legs and feet, coupled with Vi’s brutal pace is everything Caitlyn needs. She lets out a squeak, gripping on the sheets for dear life.
“Daddy~” Caitlyn cries out as she comes, but Vi just keeps sucking until she joins, both coming and riding out their orgasms.
Heavy panting and the smell of sex fill the air.
Vi falls over Caitlyn, body resting atop hers. Breathing hard, the couple rests in a comfortable silence, sighing after their bliss. After catching her breath, Vi starts to laugh, the full body laugh that makes Caitlyn giggle.
“I didn’t know you were into that stuff,” Vi murmurs into her shoulder. She moves her hips a bit, and they both groan, still sensitive from their lovemaking.
“What?” she whispers in Vi’s ear, then places a chaste kiss on her cheek.
“Daddy?”
“It was in the heat of the moment,” Caitlyn defends herself. She pushes Vi up, taking her face in her hands. She’s met with her lover’s goofy grin, eyes glassy and face sweaty from their vigorous love making. Caitlyn gives her a sloppy kiss. “Mmm, I could say the same thing about you,” she hums against her lips.
“Hm?”
“Feet?” she asks, raising a brow, but Vi only shrugs.
“Hey, the heat of the moment, cupcake.”