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Brownie F/F + story
🕑 Added 2017-06-26 17:24:40 +0000 UTC I draw one sketch and I end up drawing a different scene. Ohh that's so me~ One of the stories I promised below------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The brownie huffs, puffs, but ultimately she was defeated. Her small, but toned body wobbles as she fights to stand still, but soon those tiny hands seizes her legs… and she falls on her knees.
You take a moment to stare at that gorgeous, defeated body. Even if she is indeed a monstrous being with a rather fiery demeanor, you can’t help but to notice her curves, that perky round ass clad by rags alongside her enormous, bare breasts that wobble with every breathing. That cute pink tongue hangs out of those pesky lips that continue to snarl and groan, no matter how spent she is. Her rough brown skin glistens with sweat from head to toe, spiky dark brown hair rising between those pointy ears fitted with a golden earring, probably stolen from an incautious adventurer. You step forth calmly, with pride over the defeated brownie, and an idea pops into your mind. With a languid motion, you show your status as the fearless, undaunting victor of this lil clash by caressing her head, feeling her rough hair between your fingers, thumb sweeping gently across her forehead stained with sweat… and suddenly tightens the grip.
Her arms try to flail against you, but it’s futile. Her hands seize your wrist and try to shake out of our grip, but she is too weak. The lil brownie can only mumble and whimper as you hold her up, and caress your own body, taking your time to catch your own breath and seize your pants. Buttons are unclasped, pants pool at your feet, and your bare cunt is shown before those lil green eyes. She barely has any time to catch her breath before you shove her head forth thoroughly, rubbing those lips upon your own with a clear intention. At first her lips vibrate against your labia in a threatening snarl, but your grip tightens over her head to the point of pain, sending a clear message about threats and bites.
The brownie is defeated, and you’re gonna reap your rewards. With a grunt and an angry glare upwards, the lil rascal starts working on your pussy, a slimy tongue slipping outwards to lick your left labia, then the right one, the slurping movement soon gaining pace, and wet smacks soon start to fill the air around you both. You give a delighted groan, expressing your pleasure with a gentle pat over her head while you spread your legs, standing over her knelt body. Her tongue for a second falters, licking slower, but with another tug of her head she gets back to a pleasurable pace.
The lil frisky thing starts liking it, it’s impossible not to notice how her slimy, short tongue starts to pick up the pace, licking your labia faster, faster, how her nipples harden, rubbing back and forth against your legs, how her breathing brushes against your clit and sex in stronger gushes, her hands seize your calves for support, and you can hear a squealed moan that vibrates over your lower lips, splattering juices around.
Tantalizingly slow, she hesitates, but her tongue starts to prod the middle of your sex, worming it’s way up, peeling gently your lips to poke at your entrance before retreating. Another slurp, her lips sealing around your juicy lips to suckle the juices that trickle from there, basically feasting upon your generosity and pleasure.
As her own arousal starts to drip between her legs, her tongue gains more courage and prods deeper, slithering over your labia to tease your clit in large, long laps, before worming it’s way within your pussy, nudging the lips open and slithering into your canal, licking your lips as if they tasted like heaven. You see her toes curling behind her over those gorgeously big buttocks, her fingers squeezing tighter against your legs. The suction becomes stronger and the loud ‘sluuurps’ fill your ears within moments. Those green eyes roll up as she loses herself in the moment. Her hands reach upon her own sex, kneading her pulpy lips, squeezing and pinching with need, thrusting two fingers right away while rubbing her walls in circles frantically like a piston.
Pleasure builds up, bit by bit with your legs trembling like trees being assailed by the wind, you can’t deny her skill alongside her eagerness fuelled by what previously drove her anger. With your free hand knead your own breasts with, pinching your nipple tenderly, pulling it, twirling over your finger while you lick your own lips in desire. Ahh it feels so good to be the victor, you arch your head with delight letting huffed puffs while the first orgasm builds up, reaching it’s peak not long after, your walls squeezing that tongue like a vice, letting it twirl and thrash frantically pulling back and forth, popping out of your cunny with a loud, wet smack only to return with a slithering noise filling your ears.
You orgasm floods her mouth out of nowhere like a torrent, and she briefly coughs, hacking, but interestingly never leaving the middle of your thighs. Her tongue laps your juices desperately, with an unearthly need and slurping noises that fill the room, her lips wrapping around your lower ones and vacuuming your orgasmic nectar within as if it was ambrosia of the gods themselves. Huffing, you look down, and just focus on enjoying the lil ride… She cums too soon after, that lil bestial body squirming between your legs, pinching her own nipples furiously if not rubbing them against your legs, nearly fisting herself with loud wet squelches, free, four fingers, pumping up and down back and forth frantically as her tongue curls in a hook pulling more of your delicious juices towards her maw, under the guidance of your steady hand that holds her head still.
After three or four orgasms, satisfied, you step back from the greedy lil brownie, only for her to crawl forward like a doggy deprived of her food. Chuckling, you make your intentions equally clear, by pressing the sole of your boot over her shoulder, and giving it a strong push. She eeks, tumbling back upon the rough floor while you reach for your pants, pulling them up and fastening them with your belt. The brownie tries to stand up, still shaking and weakened, but her gaze is filled with desire and frustration instead of mere defiance and anger.
You end this encounter with a smirk, shaking your finger. Nuh-uh, if she wants more, she will have to chase it, earn it. Chuckling, you turn your back and leave, under a cacophony of angry and needy snarls.
