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"You're a natural, sweetheart," Azealia whispers into Kaeli's ear, laughing softly as the girl squirms and whimpers where she stands, completely stripped down to nothing.
She's planted right in front of Azealia on the bed, arms trembling with the need to cover her nakedness. Azealia, on the other hand, is completely clothed, button down shirt open at the top enough for Kaeli to see the few moles on the top of her chest. She’s in her underwear, beautiful thighs on display. Kaeli’s eyes snap back up when Azealia raises a singular eyebrow at her traveling gaze.
Azealia sits down with a smile, watching Kaeli intently.
"I like being able to see all of you. How do you feel?"
Kaeli swallows hard and Azealia can see the sweat dripping down her throat; her eyes follow the drop as it travels down over the round curve of Kaeli's breast, disappearing between her cleavage. Her mouth waters—she wants to lick it up.
"I f-feel…exposed, honestly. I don't know h-how I feel about that," Kaeli responds, nervousness making her voice shake. Azealia purses her lips, faux concern all over her face and the expression makes Kaeli flush deeply, pink in her cheeks and all the way down to her chest.
"You don't?"
She stands from her spot on the bed and Kaeli whimpers as Azealia softly brushes her fingers against the softness of her stomach. Her eyes snap shut and she hears a soft noise of displeasure.
"Open, love. It's the least you can do for me," Azealia tuts, circling to stand behind Kaeli's trembling form.
"Sorry—!"
"It's okay. You're still being so good for me, I know you're a little shy," she teases.
She uses both hands to hold Kaeli by the arms, hands dragging down to caress over her forearms and to her fingers that instantly fumble to intertwine with Azealia's.
It's very sweet—so, Azealia allows one of her hands to be held in Kaeli's grip, offering some semblance of comfort before her other hand reaches around to cup Kaeli's perfect pussy, hot and dripping already.
That earns her a sharp cry and she relishes in the sounds Kaeli so readily makes.
"Well, my love—I think I know just how you feel. You're already so wet for me. Do you like being on display for me?" Azealia murmurs, mouth dragging against the soft curve of her ear, smiling when she feels the heat emanating from it.
"Azealia…" Kaeli whimpers. Her entire body is trembling now and Azealia feels her own body temperature rising, watching her perfect girl fight against what she so desperately wants.
"No…you know that's not what you're supposed to be calling me."
She grins upon hearing Kaeli let out an exasperated sound that clearly exposes her desperation. Azealia is touching her right where she needs it the most, but she refuses to move any further.
"Answer my question. Address me with the respect I am owed, okay? You can try again," Azealia whispers into her red ear.
Her mercy can only go so far—thankfully, Kaeli is such a good girl. She just needs a little bit of encouragement.
Her fingers gently pet at Kaeli's slit, her two middle fingers digging into her clit but providing little relief. Slick wets her lips and makes the slide easy as Azealia touches her gently, pressure not nearly enough.
"Yes! Yes, I luh—I love b-being on display for you, mistress."
As soon as the words come out, Azealia feels Kaeli's entire body throb, all the way down to her pussy as her wetness increases, dripping off Azealia's fingers.
"Oh, how nice,” she purrs, so pleased her pretty pet listens so well.
“Thank you, mistress,” she responds sweetly.
She grinds forward into Azealia’s hand and whines brokenly, her clit throbs.
“Darling—I have a reward for you,” she whispers, “why don’t you get on your knees for me, yeah?”
Kaeli scrambles to comply, dropping to her knees with a noise that sounds like it hurts. Azealia watched her reverently, circling around until she’s standing directly in front of her. Kaeli looks up, eyes genuinely sparkling under the warm lighting.
She’s gorgeous, her bottom lip trembles on an inhale and Azealia burns from the inside.
She plops on the bed and shimmies out of her panties, eyes never leaving Kaeli’s. She watches those pretty eyes open wide as she spreads her legs and scoots the edge of the bed.
Kaeli kneels, waiting with quick breaths as she’s shown Azealia’s cunt, dark hair glistening with her slick.
“Come here, pretty girl.”
Kaeli knee walks to the edge of the bed where Azealia waits, mouth hanging open and tongue wet as she stares at the object of her obsession.
Kaeli wastes no time, diving forward to kiss up into the crease of Azealia’s thigh, “mistress—may I—please, oh—“ Kaeli mumbles mindlessly. Her hands grip into the soft flesh of Azealia’s thighs, reaching even further up to pet lightly against her tummy.
“You may, yes. Pretty b-baby,” Azealia stutters on a choked breath when Kaeli laughs softly before kissing her cunt with a reverence that is betrayed by her shaky hands that part her lips.
Kaeli licks into her like a starved person, whimpering and muffling her cries into the slick wetness of her pussy.
“You t-taste so—you taste so g-good,” she smacks, sitting up to wrap her arms around Azealia’s thighs and hold her closer. She gets a laugh for her eagerness, Azealia swinging a leg over Kaeli’s shoulder.
“Such a good girl, you’re eating so well, baby.”
Kaeli makes a broken sound from deep within and sucks at Azealia’s hole, dragging in her slick by the mouthfuls.
She thrives on Azealia’s little sighs and whispers of encouragement, licking into her cunt harder and softer depending on Azealia’s will. Doing whatever she asks.
Her head is pushed back with a firm hand before long, and she whines in frustration, her own cunt leaking from being buried between Azealia’s thighs. She resists the urge to finger at herself; she knows Azealia wouldn't like it.
When she pulls all the way back, her mouth is a mess, dripping at the chin with her mistress’s filth. She looks utterly debauched, eyes half lidded and swimming with want.
Azealia hates to deny her, but she has something else in mind she thinks Kaeli might like. With a smile, she gestures for the other girl to crawl into the bed, cooing when her legs pop from her time spent kneeling.
Kaeli flops on top of her and Azealia captures her mouth in a kiss that is long overdue. Kaeli moans into it happily, pressing her chest to Azealia’s with a hiccup, their mouths smacking together.
“Mistress, oh mistress. I love you, thank you,” she mutters into Azealia’s mouth, sucking at her tongue and whimpering when she gets bitten in return.
In a second, the two of them maneuver slightly until Azealia is rolling over on top of her, sighing happily with her thigh pressed between Kaeli’s trembling pair until she can feel her sticky warmth pressed to her thigh.
“Mistres—“
“My darling girl,” she starts, using one hand to hold herself up while the other trails chilled fingers up her side and up past the fluttering pulse on her neck to tangle in white, messy hair, “use my thigh. I want to feel you grind on me, yeah.”
Kaeli whines at such a daunting task but rocks forward easily, hips rutting upwards to grind against Azealia's thigh. Her jaw drops open on a silent moan at the sensation and Azealia laughs, kissing into her mouth with an echoing moan.
“Just like that,” she breathes, "you're so wet, baby," is what Azealia manages to say past all of Kaeli's whining and pleading.
"Because of you, mistress. I love you," she says again, arms wrapping around Azealia's neck from underneath her so she can press their chests together, bringing her close. She moans into Azealia's waiting mouth, hips undulating until she's humping her, wet slick noises coming from where their bodies connect.
"I love you, I love you—Mistress, please don't stop touching m-me," Kaeli cries mindlessly, the grip in her hair is loosened and lowered until it slowly settles on her throat, holding her yet not squeezing.
"I love you too, sweetheart."
Azealia laughs softly, humming with contentness as Kaeli uses her to get off, right on the edge as she rubs her little clit into the hard muscle of Azealia's thigh. She shifts her weight to press down against her cunt and Kaeli wails.
"Oh god—I'm gonna cum, I really am," Kaeli whines, hips humping and hands searching for whatever they can grab onto. She sticks her greedy hands through the opening of Azealia's mostly unbuttoned shirt and grabs for her chest, seeking out her warmth.
The softness of her body drives Kaeli crazy; being able to see her like this and touch her like this—Kaeli whimpers, tears building in her eyes already.
Azealia knows how riled up Kaeli can get and it's only a matter of time before the girl is making a mess of her sheets. She holds herself up above Kaeli and kisses her stupid, until the other girl is wailing into Azealia's mouth, legs tightening up where they're nearly wrapped around Azealia's.
"May I mm—can I cum? Oh please," she begs and pleads. Her hips never stop and Azealia knows she won't cum unless given permission, a cool trick she's taught her perfect puppy.
When Kaeli cries out again, Azealia growls and draws back, sitting up on her knees and pressing two fingers right into Kaeli's cunt, drawing a hoarse moan from her chest.
"Oh god!"
She clenches down on Azealia's long fingers, grinding and humping her hips as those fingers reach deep inside her, stroking her inner walls until Kaeli is thrashing, chest heaving with each breath she takes.
Azealia pumps her fingers with a surety that is hard to miss, angling her digits perfectly until the only noises Kaeli can make are cries of pleasure.
"Good girl, so good. You're so tight for me… should mistress get her cock and show you a good time? Yeah? You're aching for it, baby—" Azealia mutters, lamenting the fact that she left her strap over at her own apartment.
Kaeli wails, realizing she'll be denied her girlfriend's cock and shakes her head in the pillows, face ruddy and pink with stimulation.
"Let me cum," she gasps—no longer asking and sitting right there on the edge despite it all. She huffs and clenches down on Azealia's never slowing fingers and feels the very beginnings of her orgasm shining through.
Usually this is where Azealia will deny her—laugh meanly and take her fingers away. Instead she smiles and touches Kaeli's throat, holding her down with one hand while she fingers her with the other.
It's a split second between one cry and the next when her entire body jerks as if stuck by lightning, her watery voice sounding two seconds past the point of tears. Azealia watches her face, taking in the way it contorts with pleasure, mouth hanging open on a desperate cry.
Her entire body trembles as her orgasm wracks her being, shaking and trembling and clenching down on Azealia's fingers so tightly that they can barely move.
When she falls to the bed with a sigh, all the energy sapped from her muscles, Azealia groans gently and knee walks up her body until she's settled right over Kaeli's spit soaked face, traces of Azealia's cum still smeared on her chin.
She doesn't even need to tell Kaeli what she expects—the girl's mouth widens and she stretches the flat of her tongue out, hazy eyes and a dopey grin on her lips. She looks down at her and relishes in the view. Her pretty, perfect girl.
"Good girl, now stay just like that for mistress, ah yes—" She throws her head back and Kaeli wastes no time, ready to once again show off just how well her mouth works.