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Soft yellow light beams through the blinds, painting everything in its path. Including the pile of scattered clothes on the floor, the half covering bed comforter, and limbs spilled across the bed sheet.
Sophia sits in a desk chair not too far from the queen bed. Shes adorned in a baggy, slightly unbuttoned white dress shirt with her pants and undergarments lost somewhere on their shared bedroom floor. Loose strands of her jet black hair fall on her face, accompanied by dorky glasses.
Her dark brown eyes fall on Manon’s exposed nudity. Her throat dries at the way her steady breathing changes the way the way the curve of her breasts soak in the light. The peaks of her chest turning a soft saturated auburn brown when it came in contact with the exposing sunlight.
Sophia’s dick twitches in desperation against the thin cotton boxer briefs, precum soaking into the fabric just from watching her.
“God help me.”
The muttered words die down as Manon began to wake up slowly. Her eyes battering open, her aching limbs stretching, tiny groans slipping out her throat. Then, everything calmed and Manon’s groggy expression meets the girl across the room.
“Hi.”
“Hi, goodmorning..”
Manon’s eyebrow raises at the blush creeping farther up Sophia’s already red face. She looked like a pervert getting flustered like this at…
7:34 AM.
Or at least that is what the computer screen behind Sophia says. Her work yet to be open, hell her laptop is not even logged in.
“Distracted already?” Manon asks in a rhetorical tone, nodding towards her obvious bulge.
A sharp inhale, and then a smile.
“Maybe.”
The chair creaked as the weight of Sophia lifted off it. Soft steps pressing against the carpet as Sophia tauntingly makes her way around the bed ever so calculatedly. Manon’s jaw slacked as she watched her travel, with her own heart thumping against her chest in anticipation.
Sophia stands over the naked girl, the only thing covering her being the comforter. So, she carefully peels it away from Manon’s golden skin, tossing it somewhere on the other side of the bed.
It feels like years before Sophia sinks down onto the bed, a soft creaking noise accompanying her as she positions her hips between the girl's legs.
In one swift motion, her arm reaches to the dresser to grab a condom out of the open box. The rip fills the silence for a split second before their breathing fills the vlid again.
By the time she fumbles to pull down her underwear, the mere feeling of the condom sliding on her cock sends shivers down her spine and a breathless moan.
Manon whimpered beneath her, and Sophia was quickly reminded she wasn’t the only one waiting.
Sophia takes Manon’s smooth legs and throws one leg on each shoulder, leaving Sophia’s face calf level. One of her hands snaking around to hold one leg, the other lined herself up to Manon’s slit.
Slowly, she pushes herself in, inch by inch. Manon’s spine arches as moans escape her throat. Her jaw slacks open as Sophia’s girth stretches her wide and her own selfishness wants more.
“that’s it, there you go” Sophia grunts as her hips thrust painfully slow into Manon’s adjusting cunt.
Her hand flies to hold Manon’s other leg as a wicked idea spreads in her head.
The lifts the moaning girl’s legs off her shoulders, her hands holding them up steadily. She slowly pushes back, stretching and stretching her hamstrings until Manon's calves hover near her own face, folded in half.
The weight of Sophia’s torso holding them down as her hands finds a perch on either side of the tan girl’s head.
Their lips, now closer than they were before, meet in a messy kiss. Between the glistening saliva and the exchanged moans, Sophia couldn’t be having a better time.
Her thrusts quicken, and soon enough, Sophia can feel how close they both are.
“You’re so..pretty.”
Sophia’s words were enough to reduce the girl under her to moans and pleasure as her orgasm hits.
Just looking down at the the girl that’s creaming all over her cock sends her over the edge, riding out both of their orgasms until she finally pulls out.
The condom uncomfortably holds her sensitive cock, the look evident on her face as she sits back on her knees after returning Manon’s legs to their natural place on each side of Sophia’s hips.
Manon's arm weakly reaches down her body to gently pull the full condom off her, smirking as she grabs three more off the dresser next to the bed.