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What am I doing, what the fuck am I doing.
Gabbi’s eyes were glued to the dryer, already soaking through her underwear. She’d come in five minutes earlier to do her laundry, and spotted the pair of panties Eleanor had left the last time she was here.
She’d promised to wash them by the next time the blonde came over.
Now, she had her face buried into them while the clothes dryer vibrated right in between her thighs.
Gabbi’s throat was hoarse from how loudly she was moaning, utterly consumed by the vibrations against her clit, the smell of Eleanor blocking everything else out. Even the sound of a door opening, of her name being called.
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Eleanor had no idea what she was expecting when she got to the Broussard home. Gabbi had invited her over, with the promise of having the entire mansion just to themselves.
The sound of moans drew her into the back of the house. When she saw the source of the noises, her jaw dropped, and she froze.
Gabbi was hunched over a clothes dryer, her hips rolling against the corner of the machine, her hands pressing a pair of panties to her nose.
Eleanor’s panties.
The blonde’s own underwear dampened, mouth going dry at the view, and she stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her.
She reached a hand out to brush over Gabbi’s shoulder.
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She was so absorbed in the feelings, the smell, that she didn’t hear the door shutting, or the soft gasp that came from her viewer.
She did feel the hand touching her shoulder.
Gabbi’s eyes shot open, and she tried to jerk away, but an arm wrapped around her chest, another body pressing behind her.
Fingers traced over her jaw, manicured nails digging into the skin and forcing her mouth open. Two fingers pressed into her mouth, fucking in and out, pressing on the back of her tongue.
“Oh, sweetheart.”
The voice rasped against her ears, and she whimpered into Eleanor’s fingers.
“You’re absolutely soaked, my needy little girl,” Eleanor purred, pressing hard on the back of her tongue, making her gag. “Just couldn’t wait for me to get here, could you?”
The panties had fallen back on top of the dryer when Eleanor had startled her, and now Eleanor’s other hand was pressing it back to her nose, and then all she could smell was Eleanor, she was tasting Eleanor, feeling the blonde’s body against her back, her fingers pressing down on her tongue, and then her teeth were sinking into Gabbi’s shoulder. Eleanor’s hips pressed her further into the dryer, and her clit was right against the corner of the machine.
Eleanor’s fingers slipped out of her mouth, covering her mouth with the panties. Her hand was hot as it slipped under her shirt, sliding over her ribs up to cup her chest.
“Jesus, Gabs, your heart rate,” Eleanor murmured, tongue swiping over the bite mark to soothe it. “Calm down, sweetheart, you’re ok.”
“Ellie,” she whined, hips pressing back into the blonde. “Please, so close, I need you.”
“I know, my needy little girl,” she said. “So desperate for someone to fuck you, you just left the door open? Probably hoping I’d come in and see you like this, all whiny and wet for me.”
Drool was dripping down her chin, soaking through the fabric, and she felt so fucking hot, the ache between her thighs getting tighter and deeper.
Eleanor’s hand moved back down her body, under the waistband of her shorts, and pressing two fingers to her clit over her panties.
Her vision whited out, hips chasing that touch, fingers clawing at the dryer and grabbing Eleanor’s hair, and then her teeth were back in Gabbi’s neck, pushing her even higher.
Gabbi could barely think straight as she came down, just barely feeling Eleanor lowering her to the ground, tucking her still shaking frame against her side. Eleanor’s hands were rubbing her back and shoulders, she was whispering softly into her ear.
Gabbi pressed her face to Eleanor’s neck, breathing deeply to ground herself. Her breaths slowed, until she was just breathing deeply against the taller girl. Eleanor’s fingers brushed through her hair, tucking it behind her ear.
“How’re you feeling?” She asked, and Gabbi hummed.
“Really good,” she said. “That was amazing.”
Eleanor chuckled, kissed her temple. “I’m glad you liked it,” she said.