☂︎ Are You Two-- ☂︎

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Warning: This chapter contains one dirty smut scene, like kinky shit that some people might be uncomfortable with so here's your warning.

LORELAI CAMPBELL

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LORELAI CAMPBELL

He attached his mouth to my wet center. His hand pushed my legs apart gently and his tongue scooped up the warm arousal.

"Oh." I moaned softly when he spread my lower lips apart and licked between them. I looked at myself in the mirror. I heard him groan before I widened my eyes.

A dull pain spreads through me. Ares gently sinked three fingers into me. I gulp down whatever moan I have and roll my eyes to the back of my head. My mouth hangs open, letting heavy breaths flow out. He starts pumping his fingers in me while skillfully curling them to hit all my sweet spots.

My arms flail out onto the countertop and I find myself struggling to keep down a moan. As he rolls his tongue on my ass, I switch the sink water on and let out a strangled moan. My eyebrows draw together and I bite my bottom lip. It doesn't stop the moans, infact it increases them.

He starts pumping his fingers faster which makes my body sway against the counter. My erect nipples brush across the counter with every thrust. I pinch at them through the dress and feel the pleasure build in my lower stomach.

It builds up the more he curls his fingers and the more I bite my lip. My eyes roll back and the pleasure releases. The rhapsody that fills my body and warms it up. The cool breath on my opening. I feel a thick liquid run down between my ass. His nails dig into the sides of my thighs before something wet glides between my ass.

"Oh my fucking God!" I've never been one to call out Jesus during sex but this was unexpected.

Ares eating my ass out. He was so good. It felt like heaven. His tongue gliding across my hole and occasionally dipping in. My hands were holding onto the mirror because I didn't have anything to hold onto. It felt sore at first, with the pace he was going at but overtime it grew to a pleasurable feeling.

I felt my cum drip out of me but he pushed it back in with his finger. I wet my fingers before rubbing it against my breasts. The nipple getting more painful with each stroke. I took each breast out of my dress and rubbed them against the counter. It was cold.

I squirted after he smacked my opening with his wet fingers. He placed three fingers against it and started rubbing furiously. His tongue fucking me from behind and my moans somehow overpowered the water flowing out.

My breath fogging up the mirror and my hand gliding down it. I saw a tear slip past my cheek and I wailed out softly. He entered two fingers in my hole and stretched me out.

"I love the sounds you make." He grunted as he pulled out his fingers. I clenched unknowingly, he probably saw me clench. Both holes were desperate for attention.

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