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During the day, they were the cutest, sweetest couple.
Two girlfriends that sat idly by each other at the seats of their porch, holding cups of tea or mugs of coffee or glasses of alcohol in their hands, chatting together and basking in the sun's warmth. Passing neighbors never saw them without each other; Yoonji, with her jet black hair that only barely brushed her shoulders, and her dark, street-to-gothic outfits and her firm, intimidating, almost gloomy appearance, short but fierce — never seen without Jimin, with her hair long, dyed a soft blonde, and flowing to the middle of her back, dressed in the prettiest, sweetest pastel attire and almost resembling a human flower, shorter than the first, but surprisingly quick to anger... perhaps with a shorter temper than her scary-eyed girlfriend.
They were often mistaken to have been wives. They practically could have been.
But in the night, when no one else saw them, sweetness was no longer the theme.
Two bodies writhed against each other, bathing in the moonlight that shone through the bare window. The raven-haired woman was on top, her eyes fluttering darkly down on the younger as she held the girl's leg in one had to keep it against her chest, her other hand rubbing up and down Jimin's belly as their cores grinded against each other, sensitive clits meeting against the other again and again and again. Yoonji's hips were slow and powerful in their grinding, the speed building up slowly as she relished in the scent, sounds, and sensation of their sex.
The fair-haired woman was on the bottom, her back against the mattress and her legs parted. Jimin had her head pressed back against the soft and fluffy pillow, her plump lips spread as she whimpered and squeaked and moaned at the sensual mercy of the older woman above. It felt so good, so, so good as they rubbed against each other, Yoonji's hand and her long, slender fingers brushing over her skin as their pussies rode against each other was absolutely euphoric. Jimin could only sweetly whine out her name into the air, her moans mingling with Yoonji's much quieter little gasps.
The time passed as they fucked in the moonlight, Yoonji's hips speeding up as the desperation for pleasure kicked in over the patience, and now the bed rocked louder beneath them. The sounds of skin rubbing against skin was more evident now, but another sound, this one slicker, was also prominent. The sex was faster, wetter now, and as Jimin's voice rose in pitch and volume, even Yoonji began to become more vocal — usually so sensually silent.
"Yeah, cry for mommy," came the low, lilting purr of her voice. "Cry nice and loud, pretty girl. Look so pretty in your tears." Yoonji kept her eyes on the younger, biting her lower lip as she watched Jimin release a gentle cry and nod her head desperately, her breasts bouncing against her chest now with just how intensely Yoonji was riding her now.
"Y-yes, yes, god yes, mama!" the blonde girl whimpered out pathetically, her hands balling at the pillow under her head, her shiny eyes squeezing shut as if she simply couldn't take the pleasure anymore. And perhaps she truly couldn't; it was so blindingly strong that she almost felt that she could cum at any moment. But as wet and wonderful as it all was, she didn't want to cum too fast. She wanted to enjoy it all with mommy for a while longer, to enjoy the sin, the tingles that rocked through her body, the feeling of their clits rubbing each other like this.
Yoonji was riding Jimin as speedily as she could by now, skin slick with sweat, muscles burning, breaths shallow, and their cores soaked in each other's juices. Some even dribbled down their thighs to meet the dampening mattress below. Jimin shook and shivered as the mattress creaked below them, her orgasm just over the edge as Yoonji worked to keep their pussies rubbing together properly — it was rather easy to slip and miss through the hecticness of it all.
After a few more moments of the younger's whines and pleads, and the older's coos and praises, Jimin finally came with a scream, her toes curling and fingers balling into fists at the sheets. Her back arched, face contorted in pure pleasure as the orgasm rocked through her and sent her mind into outer space. Her eyes rolled back, but Yoonji's eyes were well-trained on the girl, the older having never stopped her own grinding in a frantic desperation to achieve her own orgasm.
Just as Jimin started to feel the intense vibrations of overstimulation, the woman above her hit her climax with a shrill sound of something euphoric. Gasping, Yoonji's head rolled and her eyes fluttered as she rode through the high, leaving Jimin to tremble and cry below her as the woman thoroughly enjoyed the electric pleasures of her own orgasm. She didn't stop until she naturally slowed to a halt, and finally collapsed on top of the blonde.
Gasping, sore, and wet with sweat, tears, saliva, and another glistening fluid, the two women writhed around for a moment, limbs tangled together as they lay an exhausted, hot mess in the entirely roughed up bedding.
"Was it good for you?" asked the low, raspy voice of the older woman, who pressed sweet little kisses along the breasts of the other.
"God, you know it.." answered the sweeter, softer voice, who ran her fingers through her lover's untidy black hair.
There was a chuckle and then a moment of silence as they both lay there, seemingly pondering.
"Should we clean up?" asked Yoonji, but Jimin merely shook her head, throwing her arms around her girlfriend and hugging her close.
"In the morning..." Jimin murmured, before closing her eyes and letting her mind drift into the room's darkness.
Yoonji rolled her eyes gently but certainly didn't argue. She never did — not when it came to waiting on these kinds of messes.
After a short while, she too, fell asleep.