The laughter of two women filled the warmly lit living room as the sky outside turned velvet. Staring rapt at the screen, their hands moved urgently on their controllers, as Mario and Luigi scrambled onscreen. Pearl was sitting in Marina's lap, her small body fitting comfortably between her wife's legs. She snuggled up against her, brushing her head under the octoling woman's chin.

A moment later, the doomed Mario brothers once more failed the level. Pearl groaned in frustration, although Marina took it with a good-natured sigh. Pearl, brooding on how to do better, suddenly noticed something immediately more interesting than two heroic plumbers' foibles.

She could feel Marina's boner against her butt.

Grinning with amusement, she shifted her booty slightly, trying to tease the willful member into further misbehavior. Without meaning to, Marina let out a short sigh.

"Hm," Pearl laughed, "You really are hot for Princess Peach, huh?"

"As a matter of fact, I prefer Daisy," said Marina, playfully stubborn. At the same time, she set down her controller and gently placed her hands on Pearl's arms.

"Or maybe it's someone else you have the hots for," Pearl teased, as she rocked her butt backward a few times over the hardening panty-bulge underneath her.

"Mmmm," Marina moaned happily, leaning forward to rest her chin on her lover's head. Pearl's movements only got faster, thrusting her butt more and more excitedly and erratically until she was almost bouncing in her seat. Marina's satisfied sounds turned into laughter and she closed her arms around Pearl, tightening into a hug. Pearl relaxed and began laughing too as their two bodies pressed together.

"That can't be all you want," Pearl said mischievously. "I know my tentagirl, and how her long, thick cock needs lots of love to be happy."

Marina blushed. "I-if you're up for it," she smiled.

Pearl grinned. "You kidding? You know lusting after you takes up at least half of my mind at all times."

Marina laughed and reached up and squeezed Pearl's perky boobs.

It was true, Marina's cock was standing rock hard in her panties and was far from tuckered out.

"First, how 'bout you get my cock the same way?" Pearl requested.

"Of course," Marina said sweetly.

Pearl shuffled out of her skirt and panties, still in Marina's lap, and tossed them on the floor. Her dick wasn't too far from fully erect already. Marina admired its cuteness on her wife's deliciously naked lower half, before reaching out with her right hand to grab it. Pearl moaned deeply, leaning back with her eyes closed. Marina's left hand stroked along her wife's chubby thigh while her right stroked the inkling's fat dick, gently squeezing its plump softness as she brought it eagerly to full mast.

"Ohhhh, Marina, fuck yeah," Pearl moaned, her head lolling back until her hair tentacles brushed Marina's chest. "Ohh... stop there," she said. Marina quickly let go. "Don't worry, you're good," Pearl said quickly, "I just don't want to shoot my load already. Oh, fuck your hand is good babe!"

Marina blushed proudly.

Pearl turned her head as much as she could to grin at her wife. "Now what is that titan of yours craving, Mericheri?"

Marina blushed deeper.

Until recently it had been hard for her to figure out what she wanted during sex. She was so afraid of objectifying her darling Pearl or accidentally pressuring her into something. But since they talked it out recently, she finally understood that when Pearl offered to do something for her, the inkling woman wanted nothing more than for her body to be used in whatever way gave her sweetie the most pleasure, within reason of course. Waving away her misgivings, Marina allowed herself to think of Pearl's body as a source of sexual pleasure, knowing she would never truly objectify her.

"Let's start by making out a little," Marina suggested.

Without another word, Pearl quickly repositioned herself to face the opposite way and straddle her beloved. Marina could still feel her wife's butt pressing down on her hard dick through her clothing. Pearl's naked cock also slapped forward onto Marina's shirt, which gave her a shiver of excitement. The precum and sweat from Pearl's lower regions were just beginning to leak onto Marina's tidy clothes.

Pearl leaned forward and took Marina's lips in an open-mouthed kiss, her full upper body pressing down atop Marina's as her tongue began to taste the octoling's intimate space. Marina eagerly licked at Pearl's tongue and relished the slippery feeling of their saliva mixing and leaking out onto their lips in tiny messy drool. The two kissed passionately. Pearl was unable to avoid grinding her penis against Marina's chest, barely avoiding bringing herself to climax, and in the process still grinding against Marina's own dick with her butt.

Marina slipped her hands back and stroked up and down Pearl's hair tentacles, able to feel the raw excitement it generated in her lover, making her hip movements faster by the moment. She let go in order to keep her from getting too excited.

Marina broke off the kiss, to find Pearl thoroughly sloppy-faced, staring at Marine with adoration and wearing a ditzy expression approaching an O-face, with saliva left dribbling down her chin in order to enjoy the wet messiness of it.

"Are you okay?" Marina laughed. "If you want to cum it's okay. I promise."

"As if!" said Pearl, giving her head a shake to restore her limitless energy. "I'm in fucking heaven right now! God, you are the sexiest thing alive, you gorgeous wonder you."

"Eheehee!"

"So what's next, my succubus?" Pearl leaned into Marina, a stain of precum spreading from her penis tip onto the octoling's shirt.

"Hmmm..." said Marina. "May I hotdog you?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Pearl grinned flirtily, as she got up from Marina's lap and assumed an all-fours position along the couch. "Mount me, alright? I loooove it when you mount me."

Marina stood up from the couch and began to remove her clothes. Her tits swung free of her shirt and bra; next, her throbbing-hard dick bounced out of her pants and panties, dripping its own precum and standing firmly at the ready, her soft balls hanging underneath.

With an eager smile on her face, Marina got back on the couch in a position to mount Pearl from behind. She slowly pressed herself down, sliding her sensitive cock in between Pearl's warm, firm cheeks, pressing her balls against the inkling woman's soft skin as her weight settled, partly on her knees and parting onto her partner's body beneath her.

"Oooh," Pearl moaned as the shaft started to slide path and forth. "Lean on me. Put your weight on me. Cover me. Press me down, put all your weight on me. I wanna feel you on top of me..."

Getting into the rhythm of sliding her dick against Pearl's ass, Marina obliged her wife's request, pressing her own body down onto Pearl's all over, their sweaty skin rubbing and sticking, shifting more and more of her weight on until Pearl was pressed down into the sofa, Marina's ass bobbing in the air as she ground against Pearl's, her motion getting stronger and stronger, pushing harder and harder.

"Fffuuuuck yeeeeesss..." Pearl moaned into the cushions, sweat dripping from her panting body despite her being too pressed to move. Marina's head was pressed down against Pearl's, her longer hair tentacles curling and brushing against Pearl's own, the heat of their bodies mingling in the crush. Marina felt the thick spheres of Pearl's booty hug her cock deliciously, pumping her over and over as the humped her wife with all her strength.

"Oh Pearlie... I-I-I'm... COMIIIIIIING!"

The octoling locked down onto her wife's prone body as the ultimate surge of horniness rushed through her body and her cock began spurting out loads of cum, thick white streams, all over Pearlie's booty and back (still covered by a shirt). Marina moaned and panted as the thick milk from her penis continued to flow, bursting from the tip onto the soft pink skin of her loving partner. Finally, her cum finished, and she was able to catch her breath, sitting up and feeling her skin drenched in sweat.

"You have a good time?" said Pearl, sitting up next to her.

"Y-y-yes," Marina sighed, feeling a swirly afterglow. "Do you need...?"

"Can I use your tits?" Pearl asked, holding her still-rock-hard dick in her hand.

"Absolutely," Marina smiled, as she laid down on her back to give the inkling access.

"Thanks, babe," Pearl grinned, positioning herself straddling Marina's torso, ready service her dick in between the octoling's voluptuous tits.

Pearl grabbed Marina's boobs, giving them some playful squeezes that earned some giggles. Pearl positioned their jiggly weight around her thick cock, and gently started to thrust in between them.

"UNF!" Pearl sprayed her cum immediately, finally losing her hold on her full-to-bursting member and shooting loads of her white cupcake frosting across Marina's smiling face. Pearl quivered for a second, her ass jiggling invitingly, before slumping back to a sit, her energy finally spent. She spent even longer getting her breath back, slowly panting, before finally turning satisfied eyes toward her partner in crime.

"You have a good time?" Marina asked, eyes sparkling.

"Oh yeah." Pearl waggled her tongue.

"Oh how I love you, my little Pearlie!" Marina cried, grabbing her darling wife into a hug.

"I love yoooouuuu!" Pearl returned, hugging her back twice as hard. The two flumphed down onto the cushions, never minding the sweat and cum messying their bodies, and happily laid down for a long cuddle.