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The lights of Bangkok radiate beneath the dark veil of night. The loud, almost deafening electronic music, combined with a wide variety of fluorescent drinks, forms the current setting inside one of the capital's best nightclubs. It is where the highest concentration of excited and intoxicated youth gather in a state of momentary euphoria.
And Orm Kornnaphat fits right into this niche.
Sober is a bit too strong of a definition for her current state. Her head was slightly dizzy, her feet barely obeyed her gait, and her staggering posture gave away her current state of intoxication. It wasn't that she didn't know her limits, but her mind was so full that her escape valve mistakenly directed her toward strong drinks and loud music.
A packed schedule, nearly sleepless nights to keep up with her master's degree, extensive travel, and more and more problems ahead of her—and one of them had a first and last name:
Lingling Kwong.
Those large, innocent eyes, the way affection and care were directed at her, the warmth of her arms, her floral scent that always enveloped her when they were together—everything about her was driving Orm crazy.
Not in a stunned way; quite the contrary.
Because, unfortunately, in the face of the busy schedule, the missed connections and her absence only made Orm feel more frustrated. Feeling too selfish to admit it, she missed having the woman with her, having her completely to herself this season.
But the dread of bothering her took over her reason.
Orm always feared being a burden to Lingling, as she knew her reserved personality. She knew Lingling liked to have her space whenever necessary and when she could. And this made Orm feel a brief anxiety and fear of bothering the older girl. What if she wants to be alone and I'm bothering her?
Well, this thought would be at the forefront if she were sober, which was not the case.
Her fingers roll lazily across her phone. The slightly blurred vision due to the alcohol in her blood made reading a bit difficult, but her eyes lit up when the contact reading "Lingling" appeared before her.
She didn't think twice.
She pressed the call button, placing the phone to her ear. Her free hand slightly loosened the strap of her heels, which were starting to bother her; she had no idea what time it was. She couldn't properly associate the blast from the speakers with the long ringing of her phone.
But the voice she wanted to hear most during these weeks answered the phone.
"Orm...?" The voice of exhaustion and confusion betrayed that she had been sleeping, but worry quickly dominated her being, especially upon receiving a sudden call from the younger girl—which was extremely rare, since Orm always sent messages. "Did something happen? Why are you calling so late?"
"P'Ling..." Orm began, taking a deep breath to try and organize a mind misaligned with logic, as she wasn't about to admit the real reason behind her impulsive call.
However, Lingling felt her chest tighten with worry, mostly because she couldn't clearly hear Orm's voice over the thunderous background noise that caught her attention.
"Where are you? Are you drunk? Can you hear me?" The palpable concern sobered the younger girl up a little, making her look up immediately.
"N-no, P'Ling, don't worry about it, please. I—" she tried to protest, but her words were cut short by Lingling's response.
"N'Orm, it's not safe for you to be alone in that state. Tell me where you are, please. I'm coming to pick you up right now," replied the older girl, who was already grabbing her car keys and reaching for a coat to cover her pajamas. "Send me your location. I'll be there in a few minutes," Lingling affirmed.
Orm didn't protest. Instead, she pulled the phone away from her face to attach her real-time location and sent it to Lingling. She brought the phone back to her ear. Her eyes were slightly tired and her body felt heavy, but her face instinctively formed a brief smile because she knew how much Lingling always cared for her.
Whenever she needed her support, Lingling would be there for her, no matter what happened. Although her intrusive thoughts urged her to self-sabotage, asking, What if she gets sick of me? Will she get tired of being with me? It was inevitable for the younger girl to have this fear, in a way. After all, she cared deeply about what the people around her thought, and one of them was Lingling.
Reality snapped back when Lingling’s low voice sounded in her ears: "Okay. I'll be there in 20 minutes. Don't leave wherever you are." Lingling said. Orm just grunted in confirmation, and then the phone hung up.
Orm looked at the blank screen. How was that so fast? She didn't even have to say a word, and Lingling was already heading out in the middle of the night to pick her up. Orm couldn't tell if the sensation in her stomach was butterflies or the alcohol demanding its price at that hour. She called the bartender, ordering another of the same drink, wanting to make the most of it before the brunette showed up.
However, she felt a gaze burning into her back, turning her face discreetly.
A tall man. He wore a half-open shirt, jeans, and slightly messy brown hair, as if it weren't intentional. He fixed his attention on Orm, flashing a brief smile. Orm politely returned it. Amidst the crowd, his casual steps led straight to the younger girl, while Orm received her drink from the bartender immediately after, momentarily forgetting the noticeable existence of the guy who sat down next to her.
"Good evening," the unknown man said. Orm startled. She smiled timidly, sipping the strong drink that slid harshly down her throat, though she dared not show any expression.
"Good evening," Orm replied, looking at him with a slightly hazy head. She noticed how different the man in front of her was, and how he wouldn't take his eyes off her.
"You look familiar. Have we met before?" the guy inquired, resting his chin on his hand while still observing the blonde, who sometimes avoided sustaining eye contact out of a slight feeling of intimidation.
"Ah, maybe you've seen my face somewhere... Bangkok is big, but some people are bound to cross paths," Orm stated. She might be drunk, but the slurred words left her lips perfectly, drawing an amused laugh from the taller man.
He stepped a little too close, making Orm's shoulders shrink slightly, surprised by the suddenly shortened distance, close enough to smell cigarettes and whiskey.
"But are you... alone, doll? I want to make sure we really bumped into each other. Maybe if we go somewhere else and talk..." the man said.
Orm felt her spine chill, especially at his attitude. She hadn't expected such a sudden invitation. Her reason, completely obstructed by alcohol, short-circuited, leaving Orm merely opening and closing her lips in search of an answer, but without success.
His long fingers crept slightly closer to the blonde, poised to approach her back covered by a loose dress shirt.
But the touch never happened.
Because a hand grabbed the taller man's wrist, and a 1.68m figure stepped between the two. Her firm expression and dark eyes locked onto the brunette, carrying a coldness unrecognizable from the usual, gentle Lingling.
Lingling analyzed Orm, taking in her confused and surprised face within seconds. "Do you know him?" Lingling questioned. Orm shook her head. She turned her attention back to the taller man, still holding the stranger's wrist.
"Were you going to touch her? Without her permission?" she inquired, her voice now firm and laced with something Orm had never witnessed before. The other man tried to justify himself, but was interrupted by Lingling: "If you dare touch her without even saying your own name, know that you would become a dead man today," she declared, squeezing his wrist as he groaned in pain. She then released his wrist with considerable force.
Without breaking her focus from the taller man, the stranger alternated his gaze between the two. Soon, he backed away, holding his own arm which was sore from the grip, a defeated expression on his face.
Lingling kept watching him until he reached an expected distance. Her hand caught Orm's, helping her leave the bar.
She stumbled clumsily. Lingling wrapped an arm around her neck, holding her up.
"Let's go home, N'Orm. Mine is closer than yours," Lingling said. Orm simply nodded in agreement, leaning into the shorter woman.
Orm's eyes blinked open softly, noticing what Lingling was wearing: a sweatshirt and matching sweatpants set, but with a print of small golden retrievers, which made a casual laugh escape Orm's lips when the loud music finally ceased. Lingling furrowed her brow.
"What is it? Is it the effect of the drinks you had?" Ling inquired, oblivious to the situation as they approached her car.
"Your pajamas... are cute..." Orm replied, still laughing, her cheeks flushed as her body leaned into the brunette.
This time, it was Lingling whose face turned red, since she had just walked into a packed nightclub wearing a puppy set. This was definitely not on her bucket list of things to do before turning 40.
"I didn't have time to change... I came running here," Lingling admitted, now embarrassed.
This made Orm let out another foolish laugh. Orm brought her face close to Lingling's ear, inhaling a bit of her scent—the one she had missed so much during this time—which made Lingling shiver softly, especially since Orm was so close to her sensitive spot, which the blonde well recognized.
"You look beautiful in it. Even if it has puppies..." Orm confessed, her voice strangely raspy.
But it triggered a tender warmth deep inside Ling. She felt her skin goosebump and instinctively squeezed the taller girl's wrist, who still kept her face in that dangerous spot.
Upon reaching the car, Lingling leaned Orm against it, stepping back slightly. She began searching her pockets for the car keys, her face flushed. On the other hand, the younger girl stared dangerously at Lingling, in a way that burned Ling's covered skin.
"Lingling," the low, raspy voice called out to the woman in front of her, who immediately looked up, meeting Orm's now dark eyes.
"Yes, sweetheart?" the brunette replied, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in her body, a heat lingering over her. She couldn't tell if it was anger from dealing with that creep earlier or the way Orm's eyes suddenly looked so hungry.
Orm seemed to be reading her mind, placing her hand on Lingling's waist and pulling her close, pressing their bodies together. Orm locked all her attention on Ling, who only let out a surprised gasp at the movement but didn't dare pull away.
"Were you jealous earlier?" Orm questioned, studying the expression of Ling, who was trying to decipher her face. Lingling tried to answer, but Orm's long fingers squeezed Ling's waist with a bit more force.
"I... I didn't like how he spoke to you. He was—" the words died as Orm's face pressed once again against that highly criminal spot, drawing a low sigh from Lingling, who flattened her hand against the younger girl's light fabric, searching for a support that was a hair's breadth away from breaking.
"Did you know I liked that? The way you got so mad... How much you care about me..." Orm whispered, keeping her hands on Ling's waist as she began a slow, torturous trail of kisses across Ling's exposed skin.
"N-Orm..." was all Lingling could say, holding Orm's shoulders.
Reluctantly, she tried to push the blonde's body away, but her conscience spoke louder, knowing the younger girl wasn't in full control of herself. "Let's go home... You're drunk," the brunette justified, holding the blonde's shoulders with a bit more firmness as she distanced her.
But Orm's gaze did not deceive.
One of Orm's hands slid up to the back of Ling's neck, surprising her as the younger girl captured her lips in a firm kiss. For a few moments, both forgot they were in the parking lot of a crowded nightclub, surrounded by drunk youth at every corner; forgot that their bodies were pinned against the car, just steps away from the door; and forgot that anyone could see them. Nothing else mattered there. It was just Orm and Lingling. In a world of their own.
Orm's stubborn hands slid inside Lingling's thick sweatshirt, tracing the familiar skin she had missed so much. The touch made Lingling let out a sigh against the younger girl's lips during the kiss. The feeling, after all, was mutual. She also missed having Orm close: her touch, her embrace, and the way the younger girl could make her yield with a simple snap of her fingers. The busy routine was consuming her, especially since just the day before, she was practically on the other side of the country and had arrived in Bangkok only a short while ago. And in less than 24 hours, she was about to surrender to the blonde's arms.
Another sigh escaped when Lingling's hands traced up to Orm's head, gripping the messy strands, causing Orm to groan against Ling's mouth.
Suddenly, their positions flipped. Orm grabbed Ling's waist and leaned her against the car with a thud, eliciting another groan from Ling, who remained motionless, her lips parted. Her pupils almost completely filled her brown irises, equally consumed by desire.
Orm, desperately seeking possession, took over Ling's neck, distributing kisses and bites wherever the useless fabric of Lingling's clothes didn't cover. The groans intensified, and Lingling's nervous hands gripped the fabric of Orm's shirt across her back, desperate to have her at that moment, completely surrendered to longing and possession.
But Lingling squeezed Orm's shoulders, gently pushing her away, which made Orm groan reluctantly, still dominated by lust. The beating of both their hearts was likely the only thing that could be heard between them at that moment.
"Let's go home. We are not finished here," Ling declared. One of her hands caressed Orm's flushed face, who leaned gently against the soft, warm palm, leaving a kiss there.
Orm maintained the silence while Ling shivered.
It was a silent declaration about their night.
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As soon as the locked door closed behind them, Orm's hands attacked, reclaiming the body that, in her head, had been too far away from them both. Orm's anxious mouth took every inch of skin already bearing the purple marks of her intoxicated possessiveness. Their feet stumbled clumsily across the cold floor. The heels Orm had been holding with her fingers were thrown anywhere in the living room, completely forgotten as she guided Lingling's body against the wall, which felt cold compared to the combustion of their bodies.
The taste of expensive gin imbued Ling's tongue, as her anxious hands merely sought the buttons of Orm's shirt, gradually revealing the crimson lace lingerie, making the brunette groan honestly.
"I missed you," the brunette declared against the taller girl's lips, drawing a lascivious, wicked smile from Orm. The blonde pressed the smaller body even harder against the wall. Her eyes scanned Lingling, remembering her childish pajamas once again, causing Orm to let out a soft laugh.
Lingling felt her cheeks heat up again.
"Hey, don't play with me! That's not fair..." the brunette complained whiningly.
But as they both held the silence, Orm—with a gaze loaded with desire and longing—admired every detail she had been captivated by for years alongside the older woman.
"You look sexy like this, P'Ling," Orm confessed aloud. Something she would rarely say out loud, but in that moment, it escaped as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Lingling blushed at the taller girl's words, letting her attention slide down to Orm's chest, devouring every detail of the exposed skin with her eyes, especially that tantalizing lingerie.
Orm's fingers briefly caressed the hem of the sweatshirt, lifting it slowly, which surprised the blonde upon fully removing the top—as Lingling wore absolutely nothing underneath—causing Orm's core to throb violently.
Orm's long fingers fondled one of Ling's breasts, capturing Lingling's lips, utterly famished.
Lingling's body reacted, rolling her hips against one of Orm's thighs, which was positioned between Lingling's legs. Her mind was compromised. She wanted Orm's contact; she wanted much more.
"N'Orm... please..." Ling groaned pleadingly, squeezing Orm's fabric as it slid down her shoulders. Orm noticed Lingling's movement, lifting her own leg a bit higher, pressing against Ling's center, resulting in a groan of relief that had been trapped in Lingling's throat.
Lingling moved, trying to alleviate the growing heat in her intimacy, but grew frustrated that it wasn't enough. She would need much more, and Orm knew it, which drew a faint laugh from the younger girl. Obscenely, Orm gripped Ling's jaw with her palm, forcing the older woman to keep her face turned toward her.
"Do you like being treated like this, Lingling? Rubbing yourself against me like a needy whore?" Orm whispered close to Ling's lips, biting her own lower lip and pulling back, never taking her eyes off Lingling.
Lingling felt all her rationality go down the drain. Because when Orm stared at Lingling in such a magnetic way, nothing else mattered. She wanted to satisfy Orm. She wanted to please the younger girl as if her life depended on it at that moment. She would bring heaven straight to hell the moment Orm Kornnaphat dominated her, giving her the certainty that Lingling belonged to her.
"Y-yes... I love it..." Lingling said between groans. Orm's hand yanked one of her erect nipples, making Ling shudder and intensify the friction against her firm thigh, feeling the thick fabric of her pants gradually being ruined by her own pleasure. Lingling's fingers tried to approach Orm's abdomen, but the movement was cut off as she felt her wrists pinned to the top of her head, drawing a groan of frustration from her lips as she looked into Orm's dilated eyes, which stared back with extreme satisfaction.
The way Lingling looked pathetically sensual rubbing against Orm's thigh, her breasts erect, her body trembling, and the damp patch already evident on her printed pants was too much for Orm.
A hand slid inside Lingling's fabric, circling her long fingers between Lingling's lips, making her let out a sharp, surprised groan. She tried to resist, but due to the limitation of her arms, the attempt failed. The brunette's body trembled intensely, unable to contain her groans any longer. Orm's fingers slid slowly over the thin, wet skin, starved for attention. Lingling didn't hesitate to grind against the long fingers, needing much more.
"Please... I can't take it anymore, N'Orm... I want more... I need you," Ling begged between groans, letting Orm's fingers play with her pussy, closing her eyes, completely surrendered to the blonde's teasing touch.
However, a slap was delivered to the brunette's face, drawing a groan of both pain and pleasure from Lingling. Her face was grabbed, forcing the smaller woman to look her in the eyes once more.
"You're such an impatient bitch, princess. I barely have my fingers touching you and you're already begging to be fucked. Can you really be this pathetic...?" Orm spat the words, circling her digits right on her clitoris, pressing them down. The provocation caused small tears of arousal to well up in the corners of Lingling's eyes, as if she were about to explode at any moment.
Two fingers easily slid inside Ling, filling the older woman's interior. Lingling groaned in total satisfaction, tearing up even more, grinding against the blonde's fingers. The fabric of her pants gradually slid down, revealing Lingling's toned legs.
Orm devoured her with her eyes. The effect of the alcohol evaporated instantly with every sigh, groan, touch, and word from Lingling. She wanted to remember every piece of Lingling's skin on her fingers. She wanted to remember her fingers being swallowed by Lingling's pussy. How Ling's wrists strained against her grip with every movement and wave against her fingers.
The frantic rhythm of Orm's fingers increased, making room for even a third finger. A louder groan left Lingling's mouth, trembling intensely against her hands.
"Orm! Oh, so good!" Ling groaned Orm's name, for she was the only one dominating her mind at that moment. In an instant, Orm released Ling's wrists, who desperately grabbed Orm's shoulders in search of support, feeling that her own legs would soon betray her.
Orm's mouth slid slowly down Ling's body, creating a trail of kisses and bites until reaching one of her breasts, sucking and biting it, completely blind with lust. Lingling's body trembled intensely, scratching Orm's back in an attempt to vent the arousal. It was too much for the brunette.
"Orm... I'm going to..." the brunette declared, intensifying her hip movements even further, gradually feeling an intense numbness in her belly. The mix of stimuli was too much for her.
"Cum. I want to hear you scream my name," the younger girl replied. Orm wasted no time, intensifying the oral stimulation on the woman's breast as her fingers arched inside her, making Lingling scream.
Ling felt her vision blur, her legs trembling intensely, gripping the taller girl's shoulders harder. Choked groans calling for the younger girl escaped her mouth as she felt her body release a hot, clear fluid over Orm's fingers, who kept moving her digits to prolong Ling's orgasm. Her mouth met the brunette's swollen lips, gripping the back of her neck possessively while her fingers slowly decreased their speed as Lingling's interior pulsed around them. Whining groans escaped Ling's lips as the blonde's fingers prolonged the intense orgasm, leaving her body limp and weak. Her trembling legs were on the verge of giving out, her breathing heavy and faint.
But this was only the beginning for Orm.
Orm withdrew her fingers from inside Lingling, pulling her weak body over to the sofa and throwing her onto her back against the cushions. Lingling's clothes were lost along the way, giving Orm the image of her woman as the greatest sin ever witnessed: a thin layer of sweat on her skin, cheeks flushed with pleasure, the bite marks claimed upon her, and dilated pupils; this ignited Orm even further.
Orm stripped the rest of the clothes from her own body in front of Lingling, who remained completely absorbed by her. Quite the contrary, an even more burning flame lived in those dark eyes, as if her arousal had gained far more strength just watching Orm remove the rest of her clothes with magnetic movements.
Orm's body threw itself over Lingling, gazing at the brunette, analyzing every detail of her gorgeous face. The lascivious smile plastered on Orm's face made Lingling's body shudder. Lingling's fingers slid smoothly along the blonde's arms, squeezing with the last vestiges of strength left in her body.
Orm reclaimed her lips. The slow, hot kiss resulted in low, pleading groans from the smaller woman. Their legs intertwined as Ling's hips sought contact again, rubbing against Orm's stomach, which was positioned between her legs.
However, a large palm pinned the brunette's hip—a silent message of domination. The brunette halted her movements, hesitant, parting her swollen lips to look at the younger girl again with a brief pout.
"N'Orm... don't tease me like this..." Ling complained, which drew a low, raspy laugh from Orm. It could be said that just from Ling's whining, Orm's heart skipped a beat. The taller girl distributed slow kisses against her face, neck, and chest, creating a slow, torturous trail of marks across the older woman's body.
Lingling followed Orm's every move. She didn't want to miss a single motion; she wouldn't dare waste a single second.
When Orm's face approached exactly where Lingling yearned for most at that instant, her dark, luxurious orbs darkened intensely with the scene before her: Orm held one of Lingling's thighs, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and the heat, her medium-length hair messy, and her lips marking and sucking her lower thigh. It was as if Lingling were witnessing profane beauty and ruin between her legs.
Orm lifted her head, feeling the air grow scarce with every mark subjugated for herself. The teasing kisses slid further down, kissing her warm, flushed Mount of Venus. Ling shifted her legs slightly, which Orm instinctively held, forcing Ling to keep them wide open.
"Be my good girl. Stay wide open for me, sweetheart," the younger girl whispered close to her skin. Ling sighed, biting her lips and merely nodding in agreement. But to Ling's surprise, Orm's hand delivered a slap to her intimacy, drawing a loud groan from her. Her legs trembled, her fingers searched for support on the upholstery, gripping the fabric and arching her chest.
"N'Orm! Fuck...!" Lingling cursed, drawing a teasing laugh from the younger girl, who delighted in the scene beneath her. But to Ling's undoing, Orm's lips provocatively kissed around her intimacy in a teasing manner.
Lingling felt she could explode at any moment; her center begged for attention. Her body screamed for the taller girl, but when the blonde wanted to take control, she did everything to drive the older woman crazy on purpose, wanting to make it clear who had total control there.
The kisses gradually turned back into hickeys until, to Lingling's relief, Orm mouthed Ling's pussy. Her large hands squeezed to the point of sinking her nails into Lingling's bronzed skin. Orm's anxious and skillful tongue touched and provocatively threatened to penetrate Ling's interior, who pathetically groaned Orm's name out loud, as the blonde now savored the sweet taste of her pleasure.
Ling's long, trembling fingers went to her strands, squeezing and pulling them, as if she could anchor herself to the younger girl there in some way. Her damp chest arched, her eyes closed in pure delight, and her legs trembled as Orm's tongue touched and explored every part of her center.
"Your pussy, Ling... is so delicious... so mine..." Orm mumbled against Ling's skin, creating a brief vibration there. Lingling groaned even more, her head feeling cloudy. She couldn't think of anything else—nothing but Orm. The hot mouth driving her to madness, the burning marks painting her skin, the soft taste of alcohol and cherry gloss worn by Orm. She didn't want to think about anything else.
Lingling's body trembled, tearing up intensely, grinding against Orm's mouth. Orm grabbed and scratched Ling's slim waist, groaning close to her skin in pure delight and pleasure.
"Orm... I'm going to cum..." Lingling declared for the second time that night, which lit a flame of ambition in Orm. Orm released one of Ling's thighs, driving two fingers into Ling's wet, warm pussy, sliding them in without any difficulty, causing Ling's head to fall back as she groaned deeply and loudly. The blonde strands were gripped tightly, pulling her face deeper against her pulsing intimacy as Orm's fingers penetrated and curved.
Ling felt her body could fall apart on that sofa, that her heart would explode at any moment just from Orm's fingers and tongue on her. Her body caught fire like a volcano, and tears of pleasure flowed down her flushed face. And Orm wouldn't stop until she heard what she wanted so badly.
And that was exactly what Lingling delivered—far better than Orm expected. Her groans became louder and higher-pitched, her legs contracting against Orm's face. The fluid ejaculated against Orm's face soaked the now-ruined sofa. Ling's body surged, scratching the upholstery with her short nails. Orm's mouth remained against Ling's intimacy, sucking and licking, while her fingers maintained a firm rhythm until she felt Ling's hands pull Orm's face away, her body feeling far too sensitive.
Ling lay on her side, her breathing heavy, her heart frantic, and her body weak.
She was a mess. A divine mess before Orm's eyes.
Orm sat on her knees, a wide smile on her wet lips. She approached Ling, who was still surrendered to exhaustion, cupping her face, pulling her close, and depositing kisses on her lips. Whining, sensitive groans escaped Ling's lips as she wrapped her arms around Orm's neck.
"I love you," Lingling declared against Orm's lips. Orm pulled her face back to meet Lingling's gaze, a deep glow in her eyes. Another slow, passionate kiss was left on Ling's lips, who merely tightened the embrace as Orm's fingers slid across Ling's stomach and breast.
And that caught the older woman's attention—after all, Orm needed attention too. One of Ling's hands moved away from Orm's neck, sliding slowly until it neared Orm's center, making the younger girl sigh. But it didn't take long for the large palm to secure Ling's wrist, who looked at Orm with some confusion.
"What are you doing?" Orm asked, her voice raspy close to Lingling's lips. Orm's hand groped Ling's plump thighs, pulling her lap closer, pinning it against her hip.
"You, N'Orm... I know you want attention too," Lingling whispered. Lingling's body slotted between Orm's legs, intertwining them. Orm smiled at Ling, depositing a slow kiss on her cheek and neck. Gradually, Orm's body rose before the older woman. The younger girl's firm hands gripped Ling's sensitive thighs, resting one leg over her shoulder while the other stayed between Orm's legs, fitting their bodies perfectly.
A shuddering groan escaped Lingling's swollen lips, gripping Orm's plump thigh, who gasped upon finally feeling the warm contact of Ling's pussy against her needy intimacy.
"You've cum so many times... and you're still deliciously wet. How can you be so insatiable, P'Ling? You're going to drive me crazy..." Orm declared, her hips rolling slowly against Ling's fragile intimacy.
And Lingling? Her body was betraying her.
Her needy groans escaped her mouth like unreachable prayers. Orm's body rolled and rubbed their warm intimacies, groaning rasply as her nails dug into Lingling's thigh to anchor herself. Orm's fingers slid indecently over Ling's breasts, pinching and tugging, possessed by the filthy, endless desire to completely ruin Lingling tonight.
Orm's body trembled, her legs moving slowly and firmly, numbing both their heads. Lingling fondled one of Orm's legs, scratching and marking her milky skin in a silent request to keep going.
"Say you're mine, Lingling," Orm ordered, a slap delivered to Ling's ass before grabbing it immediately after, making Lingling groan loudly and grind faster against Orm's pussy as a form of stimulation. Orm growled, leaving a slap on her cheek and gripping her jaw, forcing the older woman to lift her face. "Who do you belong to, Lingling, hm? Say you're my whore. My useless sex toy. My filthy, useless bitch."
The spat words made Lingling tremble, groaning loudly and rasply. Her hand held Orm's possessed wrist, who stared deeply into her face while their bodies moved as if their lives depended on it. Lingling parted her lips, searching for words that could barely form in her mind.
"I am... I am yours, N'Orm... I am only yours... your slut...!" Lingling replied, her fingers moving across Orm's abdomen, scratching and squeezing, groaning loudly as she stared at Orm with a slutty expression.
This stoked Orm's core even further.
The movements intensified, their groans filling the room indirectly lit by the warm lights of the house. Their bodies, covered in a thin layer of sweat, glowed under the light as the two women's hearts synchronized their beats. Every mark, touch, word, and sound meant much more to them—it signified an impure, possessive promise.
Orm's body began to tremble, her groans intensifying, indicating her climax was near. She squeezed Lingling's leg harder, moving deeper into Lingling, who was absurdly sensitive to Orm's touches.
Lingling noticed, sliding her hand between their intertwined skins, pressing her thumb against Orm's clitoris. The younger girl didn't protest; on the contrary, she went wild, her hips moving harder forward, arching her body, releasing more filthy and slightly higher groans.
"Cum for me, my love," those words acted like a key for Orm, and gradually, her body trembled intensely. The movements grew faster, and both their groans increased in intensity. Lingling felt the hot fluid between her legs, mixing with her own lubrication. Orm's legs shook, the shock taking over her entire nervous system, releasing waves of pleasure throughout her.
And it was with this scene that Lingling reached her third orgasm of the night.
Lingling's fingers dug into Orm's thighs, rubbing hard against her, groaning in the same tone as Orm, blending their pleasure within their intimacies. Legs crossed, breathless pants, racing hearts.
Two exhausted bodies, becoming one flesh.
Orm's body faltered, leaning forward and lying across Lingling's chest, her panting breath betraying the sheer physical effort. Lingling's weak fingers snaked slowly over Orm's warm skin in a tender caress. Orm didn't hesitate to tuck her face into Lingling's neck, possessively embracing the older woman's naked body. Lingling laughed softly, lowering her face to admire Orm, whose eyes were closed from exhaustion.
Orm cracked open one eye with a faint smile, reaching for Lingling's free hand, intertwining her fingers with hers, caressing the back of her palm with her thumb.
"I missed you so much... I felt like I could die," Orm confessed, kissing Lingling's cheek. The older woman laughed quietly, kissing the top of her head and fondling Orm's warm cheek.
"You should stop overdoing the drinks, N'Orm. It could end up causing problems later," Lingling said, rubbing the scratched back of the younger girl, who merely flashed a weak pout.
"I didn't even drink that much! It was just... a few drinks," Orm replied, receiving a brief tap on her forehead immediately after. She looked at Lingling, incredulous, but before she could protest, a wicked smile painted her lips.
"And I think that will be a bit difficult." Lingling furrowed her brow at the response, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah? Why?" Ling asked. Orm propped her arms on either side of Ling's face, who stared at her from below with a surprised expression.
Orm then brought her face close to Lingling's, brushing her lips against hers with a smile so sinful that Lingling's belly burned with the recognized contact.
"How else am I going to make you pick me up when I'm drunk? Just so at the end of the night I can call you... and remind you that you're mine?" Orm whispered, her voice deep against Ling's lips, who smiled wickedly back. Lingling wrapped her arms around Orm's neck, sealing their mouths, slowly kissing Orm.
The sunlight began to touch both their skins through the window, witnessing one of many future sleepless nights for them both. Words left unsaid, yet demonstrated and marked by them both as an unspoken promise.
Words were unnecessary for them; their intertwining fingers, their pressed lips, and the connection of their souls dictated and showed much more than the countless I love you's that were indirectly whispered between their hearts.