Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Two]
PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!
ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
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ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
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Even pinned as she was, Juana's arms were still long enough to land a solid punch to Mattea's face again, prompting an agonized curse and one hand going up to cover the wound, and Juana bucked under her, this was her chance to get out, to get back on top, to recover-
More struggling, she was so close but Mattea was had just that much leverage, was that much heavier, and she grabbed Juana's wrists and pinned them down hard above her head, leaving the two of them glaring daggers at each other, inches apart, breathing heavily.
"You're a stupid bitch, Corrida," Mattea eventually said through heaving breaths. A droplet of blood fell from the corner of her mouth to land on Juana's face. "You don't know when you're beat."
This close to each other, she could feel her chest against hers. With each breath their breasts pressed together, and she could feel how hard her nipples were even through her shirt. Mattea was getting off on this. Of course, why wouldn't she? She was a fucking psycho.
Juana turned her head, spat out a bit of blood on the carpet, and turned back to face her. "You don't even know who you are."
Her face twisted, that animal snarl again, a deeper hit than Juana had been anticipating for something that had just sprung to mind. Mattea was probably thinking of something horrible to say in response, and words came out of Juana's mouth before she could stop them or think about them, eager to cut her off. "You gonna fuck me or kill me, you fucking psycho?"
A moment where Mattea blinked, caught off-guard, before she was growling at her again. "What, you want me to? You're really fucked up, Corrida."
"I can tell you want to." Juana arched her back, pressed her chest tighter against hers to emphasize her point. "I can feel it through your shirt, you dumb bitch. You need someone to punch you in the face before you get wet? I wonder what that'd do for your image-"
"Shut up," Mattea snarled at her, and she let one of her wrists go. Immediately Juana set her free hand against her shoulder, trying to push her off and away, but she stopped instantly when she felt Mattea's hand sliding across her stomach between her legs. "Like you can talk."
"Don't touch me-!"
"You're even wetter than I am! And I'M the sicko? You're fucked up, Corrida. Even more than me."
"That's not possible, I'm not fucking crazy."
"You're fucking getting off on it though, what does that make you?"
"Get off me, you're a fucking psycho-"
"No." A moment of thought, then Mattea smiled, something dark and disturbing that absolutely meant bad things were coming. "You know what?" And a falsely sweet tone was entering her voice, even worse. "I'm going to give you what you want."
"No-"
"You want to get fucked by Mattea Engarde?" And she sat up, leaning back with one hand in her hair, still striking a pose despite the bruises and the bleeding, like either of them wanted anyone else to see this. She licked her lips, blood tinged her tongue.
"No- get off me-"
"I think this disagrees." She held up one hand, and some of her fingers were wet. Juana couldn't help but flush red, although she told herself it was from anger. "Pretty hard evidence to dispute, eh, Juanita?"
"Don't you dare call me that! Get off me-" Juana sat up; if she got enough leverage she should shove her off her, get out of here, get free, and instead, Mattea's hands were on her shoulders, shoving her back down to the carpet with a thud that jolted a gasp from her lungs. Her head was beside hers, her hands were on her chest, her voice was in her ear.
"You should be careful what you wish for."
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She ran one of her nails across her skin, her nipple and Juana jerked and cursed, and her head was still beside hers, by her ear, breathing into it and making her shiver. "You really are pathetic, Corrida."
"Fuck you," with a strained groan, and with a mighty heave of effort, she managed to roll them both over. Finally, something going her way, and she had Engarde under her for once, and she couldn't help her breathless, excited shout. "Fuck you, Engarde!"
A moment for her to to realize her new position, and still, that smug smirk returned. "Isn't that what we were doing, you dumbfuck?" She reached up, her hands around her neck and shoulders and Juana thought for a second that she was going to start strangling her again, but instead she pulled herself up and crushed her lips against hers.
Juana was too shocked at first to figure out what to do, and Mattea took that chance to tighten her grip on her, her nails digging in painfully, shoving her tongue into her mouth, and all she could think about was the taste of blood. Hers or Mattea's, it was hard to tell at this point, and she felt her teeth for a second, don't you fucking bite me, and she broke away from her just in case.
"Fuck you," one of them said, maybe both, breathlessly before they were kissing again, Mattea clawing down her sides, raising goosebumps and red lines as they passed, and Juana took the chance to grab tight hold of Mattea's hair, wrapped it around her fingers, pulled until she was rewarded with a strangled whine. Mattea bit her lip and Juana jerked away, and they glared at each other for a few seconds, trying to regroup. Had Mattea broken the skin? Did it even matter at this point, she was pretty sure her lip was already bleeding anyway. Looked like she and Mattea had a matching set. Sort of fitting.
"You fucking bitch," Mattea whispered and it almost sounded kind of fond.
"So much for a spring breeze." Juana untangled one hand and wiped at her mouth. "Hypocrite."
Even after all this time, knowing her as well as she did, still, Mattea could surprise her. She pulled back a little, reared back a hand more quickly than Juana could register and slapped her so hard that she couldn't see for a few seconds. She fell to one side with in incoherent, pained sound, wondering what the hell had hit her. Christ, she could hit hard when she wanted to, fuck, but in all fairness, that was a cheap shot, totally a cheap shot, just like Engarde to do something like that.
Never let an opportunity pass her by, and Mattea used Juan's momentary unbalancing to shove her off of her, to push her face down into the carpet, her hand crushing her already burning ear from the previous hit. It was hard to breath, it felt like her head was being crushed and Juana tried to say something but nothing came out, just garbled sounds, tried to move but her limbs weren't responding properly. Mattea kept her hand where it was, holding her down, then she felt something hard and painful digging into the small of her back. She gasped, hissed - it had to be her knee, another way of holding her down or hurting her, either way. Mattea was fond of both.
Juana was getting disoriented, the pain and the harsh angle on her head and the panic rising from her inability to draw a clear breath, it was hard for her to put things together, to get her body to work and push her off, get out of this situation, it was only because she cheated, Engarde always cheated, if it was a fair fight then this wouldn't be happening.
"Can't believe you ripped my jacket," she faintly heard from behind her, above her. "You're such an asshole, Corrida." Fuck your Armani jacket she wanted to say, but her tongue wasn't working right. "At least I can afford to get a new one, unlike some washed-up has-beens I could name."
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Mattea flipped her onto her back, no doubt to better gloat over her completely illegitimate victory through being a fucking cheater. She sat on her lower stomach, arms crossed under her breasts, breathing hard. "That's better."
"How long you been carrying handcuffs around, you fucking psycho?" Juana wasn't about to let her know that her current position - which honestly, could have been a lot better than it was - bothered her at all. "Scared what would happen if my hands were free?"
"Please." She brushed her hair back behind her left ear, that infuriatingly plastic fake pose she always struck for the cameras, even though there was no one here. Of course, what else would she do? Mattea didn't exist without cameras or people paying attention to her. "Like we didn't already just see what you could do with them free, dude. You really are pathetic."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Engarde." Juana sneered at her. "You ever win anything for real, or do you always cheat?"
"Whatever, dude." Brushing her off so casually, ugh, it made her so angry. Mattea sniffed, then rubbed one hand beneath her nose, smudging some of the blood running down to her mouth. She looked down at the new streak across the back of her hand, then down at Juana beneath her. Her eyes moved purposefully, intently across her, and Juana couldn't help herself - seeing her stare at her like that was making her breathing go a lot faster than she would have liked. Don't let her know she's getting to you. "You look much better when you're in your proper place."
"Fuck you, you cheater."
"This's why no one likes you, Juana." She sighed and shook her head like she was admonishing a little girl. "You're a sore loser and you're crass." And Juana was thinking up a response to that when Mattea raised a hand and slowly, deliberately began reaching for her chest again. Juana strained with all the strength she had to break the handcuffs but it was futile, they held and all she got for it were shooting pains along her wrists, and still Mattea was reaching for her. She knew she couldn't stop her and she knew how much she wanted her to, she knew how this made her feel and she was getting off on it.
"You're sick," she managed to get out. "You're sick, Engarde."
"You love it." With that infuriating, knowing smile that she hate hate hated, and still she reached out for her. "Why else would you keep coming back?"
That wasn't the first time the question had been posed to her by her rival, or by almost everyone else around her for that matter, and she had no more answer for it now than she did any other time. Finally Mattea's hand settled on her again, a moment with her fingers splayed, like she was seeing how her breast would fit in her palm, then she traced the curve of it with a few fingers, a feather-light touch that made her shudder involuntarily and curse.
"That's what I thought."
"Fuck you," it was all she could think of to say, her teeth gritted.
"I know what you're thinking." Mattea said, still tracing circles around her breasts with thin fingers, too delicately and the suspense of waiting for the twist kept her heart racing. There was that knowing look in her eyes, that completely unjustified, completely unwarranted look like she could read Juana inside and out. "You're thinking, I'm never going to let you get me off, Engarde, isn't that right?"
While she technically hadn't been thinking that exact thing, her saying it made Juana realize that was what her scattered thoughts had been trying to get at. Goddammit, there was nothing worse than Mattea being right about something.
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"You're crazy."
"So are you, 'cause here you are. And I know..." And her free hand moved downwards, ran along Juana's hip, again between her legs despite how she tried to get away. "You want to be here. Bodies don't lie, dude."
Fuck, think of something to say. "Neither does yours," in a frustrated gasp. "I can feel how much you're getting off on this, you're sitting right on top of me. You're fucked up."
That took a bit of the wind out of her sails - Mattea huffed and put her hands on her hips, theatrically offended. "That any way to talk to someone who's about to do what I'm going to do?"
"What are you going to do?" That came out quicker and a bit more afraid than Juana had intended or would have liked. At that glimmer of weakness in her voice, Mattea broke out in one of those horrible, sadistic smiles that she knew all too well.
"I'm going to make you beg, dude."
"Like hell you are, I'll never-"
The slap cut her off, her words choked into a gasp as she bit her tongue, another few moments of stunned disorientation with paralyzing fury at her doing such a thing, who did she think she was slapping her, and Mattea took that opportunity to move. When her vision cleared, Juana tried to sit up, prop up her arms, get away, find the keys to these damn things, and she felt hands tighten around her thighs.
Her heart lept in her throat, adrenaline burned her face red, she could feel her shoulders beneath her legs, her nails digging in, breath between them, goddammit, goddammit this wasn't happening, this wasn't happening again-
"Don't-" Juana managed to get out before her breath caught in an involuntary gasp when her tongue touched her. "Ah- don't- ah fuck-"
No, this was just what Mattea wanted, this was just what she wanted her to do, she wanted her to lie there all moans and groans while she did her work so she could laugh at her afterwards, mock her for giving in, for wanting it and she did not want it, she did not want this. Maybe her body wanted it but she did not, Juana was resolute on this point. She couldn't give in, she couldn't let her win at this. Like Mattea was any good at this anyway, she was terrible at it, just like she was at every... thing...
Fuck her. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what she was doing, she wasn't playing a waiting game. She didn't linger on the outskirts of her clit, building up to an eventual climax, she wasn't going to be gentle and why would she? She attacked her, which was the only thing she ever did - she pressed hard with her tongue, sucked with her lips, prodded with the tip, all of it too direct to the point where it hurt and of course, that's what she wanted. It hurt and Juana cursed at her, struggled to move away from her but her nails only dug deeper into her thighs.
Her body was responding, she didn't want it to, and as much as she would never admit it to anyone ever, it wasn't like their fighting earlier hadn't already gotten her started. This was the worst fucking foreplay in the world - okay, maybe Mattea had a point about both of them being really fucked up. Juana grunted, strained to break the cuffs that held her hands, threw her head back with a furious frustrated sound.
Mattea laughed at her, the smug fucking bitch. She could hear and feel it on her skin, on her body, a horrible knowing chuckle.
"Fuck you- ngh-" Juana struggled and she just moved with her, still laughing, obviously enjoying her distress. How could being eaten out be this fucking infuriating? Mattea paused for a second, deliberately luring her into a few moments of complacency only to prompt a shocked, long gasp as she licked her way upwards from the bottom back to the top, all too close to actually being inside her, fuck-
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Juana opened her mouth to retort but then Mattea pressed her tongue back to her clit again and words turned into garbled, furious sounds instead. She arched her back, hissing, teeth clenched, and now she really was fucking with her, she'd lightened up the pressure and sped up her movement, a soft fluttering that felt, that felt, fuck if anyone could ever know about this she would take it to her grave, that felt fucking amazing, and-
Juana was gasping, she could feel heat rising and she struggled to keep it down, think about anything, something else, anything else, she couldn't let this happen, fuck, there had to be some way not to think about this, and instead she lifted her head up and opened her eyes hazily, and over the rise and fall of her breasts she could see Engarde's head between her legs, the whitening areas under her fingers where she gripped her thighs so tightly, her eyes closed in apparent concentration on her task, and for a moment the exact circumstances of the situation eluded her and she was struck with wonder at the thought that holy fuck, Mattea Engarde was eating her pussy and somehow she was supposed to be the loser in this scenario. What the hell was wrong with the both of them?
She was close, Juana was really close now, and she was trying so, so hard not to make any noise, as hard as she'd ever tried to do anything, her muscles straining against the cuffs, to get away, but there was only so much she could do. Thin whines kept working their way into her breaths, furious indignant traces that kept making Engarde chuckle to herself, the smug fucker. No, she didn't want to give in to this, even if it felt amazing and even if the thought of Mattea Engarde eating her out (under much reversed circumstances) was way, way, way too hot, she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. She wasn't, she wasn't, she wasn't, and there was a tinge of desperation in her whines as she realized that maybe this wasn't something she could actually do.
Then Mattea stopped, and before she could even think about it, Juana shouted, "What the fuck?" at her. In response, Mattea looked up and she realized now that she'd moved her hair out of her face, she could see both of her eyes now, the ugly scars running down her eyebrow and her cheek but Juana's eyes were drawn down instead to how her mouth and lower face were glistening. There was that terrible, terrible smile.
"Beg for it."
"What?!" Even though she knew exactly what she meant right after she said it. Mattea licked her lips, and she shuddered a little involuntarily.
"Beg me for it. To keep going."
She must have known her answer before she said it. "No!"
It didn't faze her in the least. "You know you will eventually. Why not just give in now? It's not like you have any staying power." And she dragged one hand down her thighs, leaving a trail of long scratchmarks and causing Juana to groan through gritted teeth. "I give you five minutes, tops."
"You'll never do it," Juana panted. "You're fucking terrible at this."
Her mouth quirked up into a smirk that she would have given anything to be able to smack right off her face. "Whatever, dude."
"Ngh-" And she was back on her again, why did she have to be good at this? Of all the fucking awful things about her, she had to be good at this. She must have been able to hear how the sounds Juana made changed pitch as she changed her technique - she shifted from the soft fluttering to harsh licks that dragged across her skin, that pressed too hard and too close, that ached and made her writhe, and eventually even growl out "You asshole, stop it, that hurts-" even though they both knew that would accomplish absolutely nothing and that it hurting was precisely the point. Even something this intimate was just another way to hurt the other.
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Mattea shifted her head, moved a little upwards and pressed in just such a way in just such a place and it shot through Juana's whole body, a jangling frightened feeling that prompted a loud gasp as much as she tried to fight it down, and fuck, she heard that, she must have heard that. And of course Mattea would stop just when she found it, just when her body was arching towards her for it, just to spite her, just to take that breather and smugly mutter some dickish comment. "You like that, huh?"
"Fuck you!" Furious and breathless, renewing her attempts to get away from her now that she'd found a weakpoint, and Mattea laughed and shifted her arms from outside to inside, forcing her legs further apart. Juana groaned unconsciously, but the cursing was definitely planned. "Don't-"
"That's right, you spread your legs for me." Almost painfully so, a quick touch with her tongue cutting off anything Juana had to say, breathing her words against her clit. "Like you fucking want it."
"Ff-" She wouldn't let her talk, she kept cutting her off, of course she had to know she was doing it, she had to, she had to be enjoying those choked off gasps when she touched her lips to her, the furious whines when she spread her more open with her fingers so her tongue could work unhindered, what a fucking bitch, who did something like that- fuck, why did this feel like this, fuck, she couldn't let her win, she couldn't let her know, she had to keep it down, she had to-
There was that rising heat again, the tingling feeling building, pressure and adrenaline rising in preparation, no no no, and then, and then again Mattea stopped, sudden and calmly moved her head and fucking mouth away from her, and Juana took a few seconds to comprehend what had happened and then arched her back and made a furious, frustrated, anguished sound through her teeth.
"What's that?" If Mattea could have spared the hand, she would have put it to her ear like a fucking douche no doubt. "Something on your mind, Corrida?"
"F-, f-, fuck you, I-I won't, nnngh, I, I won't-" Juana struggled to fight it back down, to stop her body from rising, from trying to press Mattea's mouth back onto her, the unconscious movement of her hips towards her, even her body betrayed her now, what kind of fucking justice was this. She gasped for breath, struggled to calm her heart, to clear her head, to think of something, anything else, get away, focus and instead Mattea touched her with her tongue again, once, and the noise Juana made was terrible, her body straining up to meet her despite everything she did not to. And that was all, Mattea sat back again, and Juana panted and cursed and struggled to get away from her, to break free, to do something.
"Just admit you want it, Corrida," Mattea said, god that fucking smug tone of voice, she could not hate this woman more, "It's pretty obvious, don't you think?"
Juana struggled to think, she couldn't let this happen, she couldn't let her win, she had to say, she had to say something, something clever, something, put thoughts together again Juana, think of something. "Better things- do with your mouth-" was all that came out, although in her head it had been much more of a devastating put-down.
"You want it, Corrida, admit it." Smooth like she already knew she'd won. "You want to be here like this, fucking at my mercy like you always are. You want me to fuck you so bad, it's pathetic."
"Never, I'll never- I'll never-" Maybe she'd lose everything else, but she wasn't going to lose this. Juana was never going to give up, not to her. Never to her, no matter what.
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And it began again, a growingly familiar pattern. She teased her too hard, pushed her limits, brought her up on a mix of pain and physical response, let her kick and struggle and curse at her for a while, and then she'd smooth out her touch, find that terrible place that jolted right through her spine, move her tongue in fucking horrible ways that Juana hated, she hated it, she couldn't- she couldn't help it, her hips moved up towards her, tried to press against her, sensed her coming close and wanted to finish as much as she tried to fight, as she stuttered out insults when she could find the sense of mind to do so, and when she moved up to meet her Mattea would move away, would soften and slow her tongue so she was barely touching her and Juana's movements would get even more desperate, and then she'd laugh at her and it was so infuriating that she thought at any minute she'd explode, she didn't know she could ever feel this angry. Juana would curse, and Mattea would mock and tease but would come back eventually, and for a few very brief moments things would line up, things would be completely perfect, Mattea would be doing things just right and Juana would be moving against her and the rhythm matched and everything felt so fucking good and all rational thought would leave and then, and then...
Mattea would break away, just before it would break over her, and Juana would scream with pure frustration and they'd trade barbs back and forth, restate their positions, and it would begin again and she wasn't sure how much more she could take of this, her body was starting to wear out, she was getting oversensitized, her emotions were running ragged, and surely Mattea had to be getting tired by now, how much longer could she keep this up?
She couldn't remember how many times they'd gone through the cycle when Mattea pulled away from her again when she was so close and she felt tears stinging her eyes, helpless and furious and even more angry that the cracks in her resolve were showing, and more than anything, Juana couldn't let her see that. She could never let her see that, Mattea could not see her cry, never ever. It was her absolute last limit - anything would be better than that. And to keep her from seeing it, Mattea had to keep her head where it was, between her legs with her eyes closed, and Juana had to make a decision before she looked up and saw the tracks running down her face.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," more in frustration than anything else, at getting to this point, at Mattea doing this to her, fuck her, how dare she, she had no choice, she had to, fuck, she had to, "fuck you, fuck you you, you, fuck, just-"
"Mmhmm?" As best she could without moving her mouth from what she was doing. Juana couldn't let her look up, she had to do it, goddammit. The alternative was worse.
"Keep, keep- ngh- keep," Try and breathe, Juana, at least, keep it together. "Keep, keep going-"
"Is that what I think it is?" No, Mattea was going to look up if she kept talking, and Juana leaned her head back as far as she could in hopes that she wouldn't be able to make out much that way. "Keep doing what, huh? Be extra clear."
"Ngh- fuck you, Engarde- just, fuck me, fuck me-"
"And what's the magic word?"
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When it hit, she was helpless, all her plans and resolutions and promises completely torn apart. Juana thrust her hips against her tongue, her body quaked, she threw her head back and cried out in pure relief, a long and loud sound that dwindled into a shaky, fluttering gasp. Warmth coursed through her, a swarm of pinpricks in its wake, her face tingling, her mouth dry, aftershocks causing her body to spasm in quick shivers against Mattea's hands, her face, her mouth with trembling moans. She thought she heard something like an "mmm" from her down there, which caused another full-body shudder she couldn't control with a soft groan.
Christ, she couldn't remember the last time she got off that hard, and it was because of her, fucking goddammit. Every time she thought she couldn't hate her more, she did something like this and shoved her into some brand new chasm of fucking loathing. Juana lay there gasping for breath, flushed all over, too spent now to try and get away from her, and Mattea slowly sat up, letting Juana's legs frame her hips. She looked down at her, deliberately, waiting for her to meet her eyes before wiping her mouth with one hand, evidence of her victory all over her face.
"Told you," she said, satisfied, and she sucked some of the fluid off her fingers. "I'll say this for you, Corrida, at least you're fucking delicious."
Juana stared at her, furious and embarrassed somehow, in spite of it all, trying to think of something to say and all that came out was, "Go to Hell."
"It was a compliment!" Mattea shrugged, exaggerated and theatric as usual. "One bright side to the fucking mess you made all over me. I told you you'd give in, dude. You always do." She tilted her head, a finger lingering on her lips, her eyes slitted with that terrible smile that always came with inflicting pain. "I always win."
There was nothing worse than when Mattea was right.
"Well..." Juana panted, struggling to find some way to recover and there, she found it, she had it, she had it, and she smiled back up at her, matching her. "At least I got to see you eating me out like a bitch, so that's a fucking point for me, isn't it?"
There was a moment where it struck home, an offended flicker in her eyes, before she found her response and it was smoothed away, that smirk was back. "You never know when you're beat, Corrida. It's the worst thing about you, you know." A moment, and she slowly, deliberately licked one of her fingers, and Juana shuddered again even though she didn't want to, goddammit. "Or maybe the best, whatever. Doesn't matter."
"You're really fucked up, Engarde."
"Not as fucked up as you. So I guess there is something you can win at." A moment, and she wiped her face again, drawing off the sheen onto her fingers and licking them just to be fucking terrible, making sure Juana was watching and she could feel her stomach tightening unconsciously, Christ she was such an asshole. "Mmm. Do your fans know how much you like getting your pussy eaten?" She looked down at her again, mock pity in the set-up for her own terrible punchline. "No, most of yours would like to do it themselves, wouldn't they? All those sad women. Must be that butch dyke thing you have going on, they must eat that shit up."
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"At least my fans actually like me." As dark as Juana could manage.
Silence.
After what felt like eons, Mattea finally moved, broke eye contact to pull off her jacket and the thin black shirt beneath, revealing a pair of breasts in a lacy bra that were, absolutely, smaller than Juana's, she was sure of it. "You really bring this on yourself, you know that?"
"You broke into my hotel room to handcuff and fuck me. I'm the only thing in your fucked up head you care about, aren't I?"
Mattea sat up on her knees, felt around the side of her white skirt until she found a zipper and pulled it down, and things snapped into sudden clarity and Juana swallowed, renewed her efforts to break free to no avail. This was turning out to be a long night.
"At least your fucking stupid mouth will be good for something for a while."
then i was going to write juana eating HER out but this is already way too long as it is christ
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Maybe you can pet my cat in your imagination if you continue. BUT PLEASE CONTINUE I BEG OF YOU!
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