Whenever

Story Script:

NARRATOR: The apartment was quiet, save for the sound of keys jingling as Sarah unlocked the door. Emma lounged on the couch in just a t-shirt, legs spread lazily, knowing exactly what was coming. Their agreement was simple—whenever they were home, consent didn’t need to be asked for.

SARAH: Fuck, you look good like that.

EMMA: And you look like you need to be put to use.

NARRATOR: Sarah didn’t hesitate, dropping her bag and straddling Emma in one smooth motion. Emma’s cock was already hard beneath her, pressing against Sarah’s thigh.

EMMA: That’s right, no teasing tonight. I want that pussy.

SARAH: Then take it.

NARRATOR: Emma flipped her onto the couch, yanking her panties aside without ceremony. Sarah gasped as two fingers slid into her wet cunt, Emma’s thumb grinding against her clit.

SARAH: Fuck—harder!

EMMA: You don’t call the shots, baby.

NARRATOR: Emma spread Sarah’s legs wider, lining up her cock before slamming deep inside. Sarah moaned, back arching as Emma fucked her with rough, punishing strokes.

SARAH: Yes—god, yes!

EMMA: That’s it, take it. You wanted this.

NARRATOR: Emma’s thrusts grew erratic, her fingers digging into Sarah’s hips as she came deep inside her. Sarah clenched around her, moaning through her own climax, utterly spent.

EMMA: Good girl.

NARRATOR: They stayed like that, panting, the only sound their ragged breaths—until one of them inevitably got hungry for round two.