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Angela feels like she’s being split in two. Her legs spread wide, Fareeha’s strap-on deep inside her arse, skilled fingers teasing her cunt and teeth sharp against the side of her neck. She rolls her head back against her shoulder and groans as Fareeha sucks a mark into the soft skin.
It’s all so deliciously overwhelming. She pushes her hips back against Fareeha’s pelvis, desperate to take the toy as deep as she can, “Fuck me,” she groans.
It all feels so filthy. she's normally too uptight to swear, but the toy inside her is big and it’s so slick as she pulls out, just a bit, before forcing herself back in.
Fareeha moans as she starts to fuck her in earnest, her breath hot in her ear, “Angela,” knowing that Fareeha is just as overwhelmed as she is, knowing that she’s feeling as incredible as she does.
One hand grips her hip, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise, while the other is still fingering her cunt. Angela presses herself back, sliding both her hands back to grip Fareeha’s thighs, just looking for something to hang onto. They’re so strong, just like the rest of her and she feels the muscles working beneath her hands as she fucks her.
Sometimes she’s sweet, pulling her into soft kisses after a busy and stressful day, running a bath and soaking together as practiced hands work her body over. Sometimes she lays her out and makes love to her until they both climax, kissing in between murmuring adorations to each other. Now, her cunt twitches around Fareeha’s hand when she smacks her arse between brutal thrusts.
She loves that just as much, and Fareeha always knows what she needs.
Angela doesn’t last long. Fareeha’s fingers are so skilled. They’ve done this so many times before and she knows just how hard to grip, just how to twist her wrist, how to slide her thumb over her clit just like that oh god Fareeha don’t stop.
She keeps fucking her through her climax, wrapping her free arm around her and pulling her close until her back is up against her chest. she ruts against Fareeha’s hand, torn between that and wanting to force the fake cock even deeper inside herself. she turns her head enough to kiss her. Her tongue is slick and wet and insistent and everything about her feels so, so right.
Fareeha stops fingering her just before it becomes too much and grips her hips tight. Angela squeezes her thighs again, hanging on as she fucks her to reach her own climax, her groans broken up with the rhythm of her thrusts.
It suddenly feels a wetness and slickness on the back of her own thigh as her leg slips between Fareeha’s, who trembles and bites her neck again, trying to silence her moan.
Fareeha seems to come back into herself, kissing the bite marks on her neck and soothing the red skin on her arse. she lays down, pulling Angela with her and keeping the toy inside her. She presses another kiss to the back of her neck and wraps a strong arm around her chest and the other around her waist.
As she falls asleep, her back snug against Fareeha’s chest, she imagines the rest of their lives together, falling asleep like this every night in Zürich. She hopes they’re both around to see it.