Part 2

I threw myself on top of her, and our mouths crashed together in an urgent, mind-blowing kiss, like we’d been waiting for this forever. The heat from her body hit me all at once, and I felt every muscle tense up, her skin breaking out in goosebumps under my lips, while our breaths tangled heavy and hot.

My hands roamed her curves hungrily, but it was hers that started sliding over my body with this insane confidence — running down my back, squeezing my ass hard, pulling me in, marking me, like she wanted to glue me even closer to her.

Then it climbed up my ribs, until it reached my tits, gripping them tight, kneading them, pulling a muffled moan from me right into the kiss. We were totally wrapped up in each other, legs tangled, my thighs slotted between hers, feeling that wet heat leaking through her panties, how ready she was, aching, throbbing.

We slipped into this erotic trance, like we were dancing to some silent beat, bodies moving in our own rhythm made of ragged breaths, uneven moans, sloppy kisses, and nips.

Her firm tits pressed against mine, and with every shift, they molded even closer, skin on skin, chills chasing chills, until she lifted up a bit, sliding her body higher, and planted those tits right at my mouth level.

Without a second thought, I wrapped my lips around them, sucking, licking hard, feeling that warm, soft skin, the nipple going even harder under my tongue as I swirled it in circles, teasing, flicking, while she gasped loud, yanking my head tight against her chest. She switched them out, offering one tit then the other, moaning louder each time, gripping me, guiding me, like she wanted to drown in that endless pleasure.

Meanwhile, my fingers had found their way under her panties, shoved right in there between her hot, slick thighs, sliding easy, feeling her pulse at my touch, while she writhed, moaning in my ear, begging for more, pulling me with everything she had.

We took a quick break, just to strip off what little we still had on. She leaned in and yanked off her cute capybara panties with a cocky grin, revealing that thick black bush, trimmed just right… perfect amount to make it even hotter, shaped, clean, but still wild as hell, which got me even more turned on.

I ripped off my PJs in a rush, heart pounding, breath coming in gasps, and she came at me, tugging my panties down slow and dirty, making sure to eye every inch of skin she uncovered.

She laughed at me again, and I shot one back, all conspiratorial, unable to hide the crazy excitement that had me frozen, surrendered, exposed, ready to be devoured.

Out of nowhere, she pushed me back onto the bed, pressed firm on my chest, positioned me… and then straddled me reverse, planting herself right on my face, legs spread wide, that hot, dripping pussy right on my mouth.

The sight drove me wild, soft skin, those plump inner lips, and a delicate clit framing the entrance, flesh pulsing, slick, glistening, giving off this delicious scent, a mix of sweat and raw lust that had me losing it.

And I dove in, crazy, licking, sucking, dragging my tongue hard, tasting her salty-sweet flavor, while her moans ramped up, ripping through the air, making me even more desperate to suck every drop of that pleasure out of her.

She let her body drop onto me, propping on her elbows, and slid a hand down to my pussy, finding it just as soaked as hers. Her fingers brushed light at first, exploring, grazing my clit tenderly, then plunging deep, while her mouth latched onto me, eating me out with this insane hunger, sucking hard, mixing quick licks with long, slow pulls that made me lose all control.

The heat surged through my body, leaving me limp, surrendered, panting, moaning into her pussy that was smothering me — I didn’t stop sucking, licking, nipping lightly, drawing out even more of her moans and bucks. We twisted together there, in a perfect sixty-nine, one body on the other, devouring without holding back, no shame, no nothing… just pure horniness.

I came first, with a muffled scream buried in her pussy, my whole body shaking in a brutal wave that arched my back, legs quivering out of control, like they might give out any second. My skin prickled all over, this insane heat burning me from the inside out, making everything hypersensitive. She didn’t stop — kept eating me hard, hungrily, lapping every fold, sucking my swollen clit like she wanted to drain every last bit of pleasure from me. Her fingers buried deep inside me pumped fast and sure, fucking me mercilessly, ripping violent spasms from me that made my pussy clench around them, squeezing like it wanted to pull them in for good.

I moaned loud, lost, writhing, while the orgasm dragged on, exploding in waves, one after another, leaving me drenched, sweaty, totally fucked and spent, head spinning, breathless, just feeling. She only stopped when she realized I couldn’t even moan anymore, just clung to her, breathing deep, wiped out… but craving more.

When it was her turn, I felt it.

She stopped touching me, went rigid, like she was locked up for a second, body tense, hips frozen. Then the orgasm hit her, tight and held back at first, like she was fighting it, until she couldn’t anymore… and it blew.

She cried out loud, gasping, her hips grinding down on my face on their own, rubbing hard, while spasms took over her body.

Her climax came slow, deep, and lingered… she shook, her moans fading lower, twisting like she was being eaten alive from the inside, until finally, her body relaxed, going soft on top of me, breathing heavy, sweaty, exhausted… but totally satisfied.

And me there, under her, face soaked with her cum, grinning, still not believing what just went down.

She collapsed on me, panting, body still twitching a little, while I couldn’t help but grab her ass hard, feeling that generous, firm, round swell… way too big for such a skinny girl. That shit got me even hotter, the contrast between her delicate frame and that ridiculous, perfect ass, made for grabbing, squeezing, and biting.

“That big ass of the Big-Assed Goth suits you,” I let out, laughing, my mouth still pressed to the hot, slick skin of her pussy, her scent filling my nose, leaving me dizzy.

“Shut your mouth, girl,” she shot back, kinda breathless, but laughing too, all conspiratorial, with that sassy edge.

She loved taking charge — and she proved it again. As soon as she caught her breath, she sat up and kissed me hard, a quick one but loaded with pent-up lust, her hands squeezing my tits, scratching slow, making my skin burn, leaving marks.

And yeah, for all that dark, shadowy vibe she gave off, she couldn’t stop smiling… that dirty, cocky grin that undid me every time.

Next thing I knew, she’d wedged herself between my legs, spreading them with her thighs, locking in with this determined move, pinning me there. We hooked up in a scissor, bodies glued, pussies grinding against each other, hot, wet, throbbing, rubbing hard in a desperate, rhythmic thrust.

I gripped her waist tight, pulling, wanting her even closer, wanting her to grind with everything, no mercy. She on top, one hand dug into my chest, pinching my nipple hard, the other braced behind her for leverage, making her hips pump faster and faster.

The friction of our pussies sliding, slipping over each other, soaked, made this filthy wet sound, so damn hot, while our moans blended, loud, free, no shame at all. Every grind sent my clit exploding with pleasure, like it was raw, too sensitive, but I didn’t want it to stop, I wanted more, even if it hurt.

Her thighs clamped mine, her hips circled perfectly, hitting that motion that made me lose it completely.

She bit her lip, gasped, sweat-slicked, hair stuck to her face, picking up the pace, fucking me with the grind, the skin heat, her pussy crushing, scraping with raw fury and desire.

I moaned loud, squeezed her waist harder, trying to hold on, but the pleasure hit too strong, uncontrollable, each hip thrust shaking me, body vibrating, skin prickling, chest heaving without enough air.

She leaned forward, pressing closer, our tits mashed, pussies so locked it felt like we’d melt into each other.

Sweat dripped, moans got more desperate, rhythm frantic, wild… a wet, violent, delicious back-and-forth that made me lose track of time, space, everything… just the pleasure, the heat, the fucking lust.

And when I felt myself about to cum again, she dug her nails into my waist, yanked me hard, ground her pussy so viciously against mine that I shattered, screaming, cumming with my whole body, bucking under her, while she moaned with me, losing it too, grinding till she came on me, shaking, clenching, whispering my name through gritted teeth.

We stayed like that, stuck together, legs still shaky, bodies sweaty, our pussies swollen and slick, still pulsing… totally fucked, wiped out, but satisfied like never before.

She just flopped beside me, dead to the world, spent and limp. I couldn’t even catch my breath right, chest rising and falling fast, while we lay there naked, bodies sticking, drenched, mouths and pussies soaked in each other’s juices.

The room reeked… this thick, heavy, insanely hot smell of pussy, sex, cum, everything we’d just done right there.

Cuddled up, staring at the ceiling, at nothing, too beat to move or talk… until I broke the silence:

“What band is that on the poster?”

She turned her head a bit, eyeing me from the side, with that same grin from before, but now lazy, content.

“Why… you starting to get into the goth world?”

I laughed, couldn’t hold it in, letting out a breath through my mouth, half-drained, half-sassy.

It was just curiosity… goths, I’d had plenty of that already.

My new roommate.