CHAPTER 10 #2
As our mouths continued to tear into each other, Miley’s hands slid down my back, her palms mapping the curve of my waist before moving up to my shoulders, searching for the silk robe.
When her bare palms touched nothing but my smooth, naked skin, she broke the kiss for a split second, her eyes flying open as a look of genuine shock crossed her face.
"Bitch," Miley panted, a smoky, sultry tone bleeding back into her voice as she looked down at my completely exposed torso. "You could have at least put on something for a girl to take off. You just walked out the room ready for the slaughterhouse?"
"No need for all that extra wardrobe shit," I retorted, a smug, ghetto-slick grin flashing across my lips. "We ain't got time to be unwrapping packages today. Now take this raggedy-ass shirt off so I can see what I'm working with."
Miley didn't hesitate. She reached down, caught the bottom hem of her grey sports tank top, and ripped it over her head in one fluid motion, tossing it across the living room floor where it landed near the television stand.
Now, we were both completely naked in the center of the room, the bright morning light exposing every single inch of our bodies on that pink rubber mat.
The contrast was beautiful—my mahogany skin pressing against her deep, dark complexion, both of us slick with a mixture of workout sweat and the immediate, heavy moisture of mutual arousal.
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We resumed kissing on the yoga mat, our bodies rolling together with a frantic, desperate weight.
Miley’s hands came up, her long fingers wrapping around my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh with a heavy, territorial grip that let me know she was officially done fighting the intervention.
She used her thumbs to roll my nipples, sending sharp, electric currents straight down to my thighs, making my pussy leak a fresh torrent of fluids onto the rubber mat beneath us.
But I wasn't trying to let her dictate the pace today. I shifted my weight, sliding my torso down her body, my fingers going straight for her bare, exposed cunt.
The second my bare hand made contact with her wetness, I let out a low, ragged hiss.
Miley’s pussy was spectacular—it was thick, fleshy, and her clit was so fat and engorged it literally felt like a little button popping out against my palm.
I slipped my index finger right into the slick groove of her labia, my thumb landing directly on the tip of her fat pearl, rubbing it in fast, heavy, punishing circles.
"OH FUCK YEAH!" Miley screamed out, her voice cracking as her head slammed back onto the mat.
Her hips gave a violent, involuntary buck into my hand, her fingers instantly tangling into my box braids, pulling the roots hard as my thumb kept up the brutal, high-speed friction on her clit.
"Oh god, Terra... right there! Don't stop rubbing that shit! "
"I got you, bitch," I muttered, my inner hood-girl taking complete control of the room. "I told you I was gonna handle you today."
I slithered further down the mat, my stomach sliding against her sweaty thighs until I was perfectly positioned between her wide-spread legs.
I reached up, grabbing her knees and shoving them all the way back toward her shoulders, opening her up completely to the morning light.
Her pussy was bright pink, glistening, and completely drenched in a thick, clear cream that was already dripping down the curve of her ass onto the neon mat.
I leaned all the way in, my mouth opening wide as I buried my entire face right into her wetness. I ran my tongue in a long, hard, heavy stroke from the bottom of her perineum all the way up to the top of her swollen hood, lapping up the sweet, musky flavor of her arousal.
Miley let out an absolute gutter shriek, her back arching so high off the floor that only her shoulders and heels were touching the mat. "OH MY GOD! TERRA!"
Already, her internal muscles were starting to contract, the raw intensity of my tongue driving her straight toward the cliff.
She was shaking violently beneath me, her breath coming in ragged, hysterical gasps as I kept slurping and tonguing her fat clit, my lips pulling at the hood with a firm, relentless suction that had the wet, slapping sounds of our skin echoing loudly off the balcony glass.
"Fuck, girl..." Miley panted, her voice sloppy and completely ruined as she tried to look down at me between her thighs. "You... you getting real good at this girl-on-girl shit... oh god, your tongue is crazy!"
"I told you I was an analytical bitch," I mumbled against her wet skin, not stopping for a single second. "I watch how you do it, and I maximize the performance, hoe."
My comment only made her wetter, her pussy creaming at a ridiculous rate now, a thick, milky fluid flowing out of her labia. I licked it all up like a starving animal, my tongue darting inside her opening to drag the sweetness out before returning to punish her engorged pearl.
"Yes! Fucking eat me out, Terra! Don't you stop!" Miley urged me on, her voice dropping into a frantic, begging sob.
She reached down, her hands slamming onto the back of my head, her fingers digging deep into my braids as she forcefully shoved my face deeper into her cunt, pinning my mouth against her clit so hard I could barely breathe.
The sheer dominance of her grip drove me wild. I doubled down on the speed, my tongue flattening out as I began flicking her clit with a brutal, rapid rhythm while my middle finger slid inside her, hooking upward against her G-spot.
Miley went completely frantic. She began grinding that awesome, heavy pussy of hers up and down against my lips, her pelvis rolling in a desperate attempt to match the friction of my tongue.
Her breath caught in her throat, her entire body going rigid as the internal pressure reached the absolute boiling point.
"Terra! I'm gonna—I'm fucking squirting! Move!" she screamed.
"No the fuck you ain't! Stay right here!" I yelled back against her skin, my grip tightening on her hips like a vice.
She didn't have a choice. Miley began rubbing her own fat clit in swift, frantic circles with her left hand, tapping the tip of the pearl with a rapid, chaotic motion while my tongue kept up the pressure from underneath. A second later, her body exploded.
Her pussy began to squirt like a literal geyser, a massive, hot torrent of clear, sweet fluid spraying violently from her cunt, shooting straight up against my chin, my cheeks, and into my open eyes before washing down the side of my face.
The fluid was coming out of her like a broken fire hydrant, completely soaking my face, my hair, and pooling onto the pink yoga mat beneath us in a thick, warm puddle.
Miley was screaming at the top of her lungs, her head thrashing from side to side as her body went through a sequence of massive, bone-shattering orgasms that had her thighs twitching uncontrollably against my shoulders.
I didn't back off for a single second—I held her sultry, heavy hips firmly against the mat, keeping her pinned while I aggressively ate her out through the flood, lapping up every single drop of that clear, hot liquid like my life depended on it. I literally leaned down and licked the remnants of her fluid off the wet rubber of the yoga mat, ensuring not a single drop of her nut went to waste, just like she’d complained about the night before.
Once the spray finally subsided into a slow, thick drip, I dragged my wet face up her stomach, leaving a trail of saliva and her own juices against her dark skin.
I kissed my way past her rippling ab muscles, pausing around her navel to swirl my tongue inside the dip before running it all the way up the center of her chest.
I reached her breasts, which were heaving frantically as she tried to catch her breath, her chest covered in a layer of sweat and fluid.
I ran my tongue in a slow, teasing circle around her left breast, watching the dark nipple go completely stone-hard in response.
I opened my mouth wide and took the stiff peak directly between my lips, giving it a hard, deep pull that made Miley let out a sharp shudder of pure ecstasy.
"Oh god, Terra... you're driving me crazy," she whimpered, her hands resting weakly in my hair.
I didn't answer—I just switched to the other breast, taking the right nipple into my mouth and slurping on it with a loud, wet suction, my tongue flicking the tip until she was thrashing against the floorboards again.
The contrast of the cool morning air and the scorching heat of my mouth was driving her entirely nuts.
I pulled my face back just an inch, looking down at her dazed, completely wrecked expression with a wicked, teasing smirk. "I bet this shit is way better than them damn ab crunches, huh, Miley? You getting a real workout today."
Miley let out a heavy, exhausted heave, using the back of her hand to wipe the sweat and fluid from her forehead, her eyes focusing on me with a dark, dangerous heat.
"Terra, you really got me fucked up this morning.
For real. You think you top dog now? Come up here and sit your greedy-ass right on my face. "
"Say less, hoe," I smiled, a shot of pure adrenaline hitting my system.
I stood up from the mat, my naked body glistening in the sunlight.
I stepped over her torso, standing directly above her face, my long legs straddling her chin.
My pussy was completely exposed, dripping, and already burning with a fresh wave of anticipation as I looked down at her.
Miley was lying flat on her back, her head tilted back slightly, her pink tongue already sticking completely out of her mouth, wet and ready to completely devour me.
As I began slowly lowering my hips down onto her face, a thick, dangling string of my own cum detached itself from my labia, dropping cleanly through the air and landing right on the tip of her extended tongue before my pussy even made contact.