There's a moment where Sawyer's hands slip on the comforter and her knee goes from underneath her and she feels ridiculously oversized and ungainly. Natasha grabs a handful of her ass and jiggles it hard. She feels the ripples all the way up to her tits.
Natasha moves her hand to Sawyer's stomach, digging her fingers into the soft flesh there. She uses it to drag Sawyer backwards onto the toy until Sawyer's ass is flush against Natasha's hips. Natasha gives Sawyer long, deep thrusts that make her cry out.
"Hey," Sawyer manages, "I've just remembered. You're sober."
"Yes, I am," Natasha sounds exasperated but amused.
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this on the first night we've met properly outside your yoga class," Sawyer puts on a tone of exaggerated surprise, lets herself sink into the fantasy of meeting someone for almost the first time, letting them bend her over and fuck her. Crawling on her knees for them.
Natasha cackles, "Yes, you're a right little slut." Sawyer knows that she's just playing around, but she can't help mewling and pushing back on her.
"I wonder what you'll remember in the morning," Natasha continues and her voice loses that playfulness altogether. "What would you rather? Remembering everything and knowing that I asked you to crawl for me, and it made you this wet?" Natasha runs her hands down the inside of Sawyer's thighs to illustrate, and she clenches around Natasha's strap on.
"Or, would you rather have little gaps in your memory? And wonder what we did, and know that I will always have that bit of power over you?"
Sawyer gasps, a shiver runs the whole length of her spine and her back undulates under Natasha. She can't help pushing back her hips now. She's using her hands to rock herself firmly back onto the silicone toy. She circles her hips to chase that angle she needs. The noises she's making are getting louder and louder. Every time she gets it perfect, she feels sparks shoot through her body, from her nose to the arches of her feet. Her eyes roll backwards with every thrust. She's panting noisily, and her ass is bouncing, and the small of her back is beaded with sweat. She can feel that Natasha's hips are slimmer than hers, and that Natasha needs to brace her thighs to avoid being pushed over by Sawyer's ass. Natasha's not moving at all now, just standing with her knees locked and feet wide apart while Sawyer fucks herself.
"You're fucking unbelievable," Natasha breathes. Sawyer arches her back and screws herself onto Natasha's strap-on. The twisting motion feels incredible, so she does it again and again.
Sawyer usually can't come when she's drunk, she just rides the feeling until she gets sore and dry. She's nearing that point, but she just needs a few more minutes of this first. She feels like she's floating outside of her body. Natasha grabs her hips with both hands and pulls her back sharply. Sawyer keens, twists the comforter in her hands, squeezes her eyes tightly shut. And that's it, she's there. Her pussy flutters, and she grinds her forehead into the bed as the sensations go on and on. Her elbows give out and Natasha pulls out, helps her roll to the side.
Natasha lies against the pillows with her legs spread. She cups the back of Sawyer's head and pulls her to where she needs her. Sawyer is gratified that Natasha is at least as wet as she was. She doesn't bother teasing, doesn't even waste time licking teasingly up the dildo like she usually would to make Natasha moan. She knows how Natasha likes it now, and settles into a rhythm. They may be playing at being strangers, but this is fully girlfriend-head. She loves the taste and smell of her. Natasha is already making soft noises and rocking her hips. The straps are cutting into her fat cheeks, and she has to hold her hand up to stop the dildo bumping her on the head. Within a few minutes Sawyer can feel her eyelids droop. Her mouth feels clumsy and woolen. Her head sinks forward, her forehead landing heavily on Natasha's pubic bone. Sawyer snaps awake. She redoubles her efforts and hopes that Natasha didn't notice her little lapse. She kisses and sucks at Natasha's clit but soon her eyelids are drooping again and her sucks are getting slower, less frequent. Natasha pulls her hair sharply and Sawyer tries again, but just smashes her wide, soft nose into Natasha instead.
Natasha chuckles and leads Sawyer backwards by the hair, so Sawyer's head lies on her thigh. Natasha wiggles out of the harness and starts rubbing her clit. Her fingers make wet, sucking sounds that make Sawyer's mouth water. Sawyer shuffles her head so she can lightly kiss Natasha's hand where it lays over her mons. The muscles under her head are trembling. She wants to speak but her lips are half-numbed by sleep. Natasha comes quickly, whispering Sawyer's name. She pushes her fingers inside Sawyer's mouth, caresses her full lips with her thumb until Sawyer feels a bit messy and undignified in a way that turns her on. Sawyer slowly sucks them clean, and Natasha dips her fingers inside herself to rewet them for her. Sawyer mumbles her thanks and falls asleep with Natasha's fingers resting on her tongue.
For the first time, Sawyer wakes up first. Her mouth feels disgustingly dry, the room is all too bright. They both forgot to take their make-up off, and Natasha's thick black eyeliner is smeared across her cheek. She still looks beautiful.
Sawyer thinks about what she could do while she waits for Natasha to wake. She thinks about washing the dishes, or running a cloth around the bathroom. She
