Brittany's time to have a go at things. Got the prompt off the GKM again, you can find it here: glee-kink-meme . (/) 34234 . html?thread= 46820026# t46820026 (without the spaces and all that jazz). And if that doesn't work you a can find the link on my tumblr.
Warnings: Strap on sex (a LOT), slight dirty talk, feelings of Brittana being so damn in love that your heart might just explode! (You've been warned).
Sorry that this came out late Saturday (my time at least), but I didn't let you down!
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"Brittany, you didn't have to do that." Santana commends her girlfriend as they walk from the fancy schmancy restaurant that Brittany just bought dinner for the both of them at.
Brittany smiles at Santana as she waits for her to fully exit through the door she's holding open. When Santana is through, Brittany steps up to her side and intertwines her fingers through the gaps of her girlfriend's. Lifting Santana's hand up to her lips, she ghosts sweet kisses across tan knuckles.
"For you beautiful, I'd do it all."
Santana rolls her eyes, but giggles completely enamored nonetheless.
"I'm really glad you did."
Santana's follows up her words by stopping in the middle of the street and taking a step towards Brittany where she tilts up on the tips of her high-heeled toes and frames pale cheeks in her palms.
"I love you Brittany Pierce." She whispers against pink lips while staring into the ever- enthralling depths of Brittany's vivid blue eyes. She takes a moment to truly admire the woman she loves more than anything else in the world before she leans in and mashes their lips together.
Brittany pulls Santana impossibly close to her body, her hands wrapped lovingly around a slim toned waist. When she slides her tongue across the bottom of Santana's sumptuous lip, an eager moan is drawn from the shorter woman's mouth as she parts her lips and allows Brittany to explore.
The kiss is broken by the sound of a slamming door. Santana ducks into Brittany's arms both for comfort and protection. She breathes in the smell that radiates from Brittany's clothes, body, skin.
It's like someone put sunshine and rainbows in a bottle, shook it up and poured it all over the blonde.
She positively exudes that happy smiley sweet smell that you would just expect from someone as beautiful and kind as Brittany. Santana takes a deep breath, she's been surrounded by that scent for years, gotten to call it her own for a little over two, and never wants to be without it.
With great reluctance, Santana pulls back and while still holding Brittany's hand in her grasp, she turns to walk in the direction of their apartment. She is quickly surprised when she quite suddenly gets towed back by Brittany and finds herself in the taller girl's arms, a mirth filled smile dancing across her lips.
"We're not going home?"
Brittany's grin widens but she shakes her head, dipping to brush a kiss to Santana's cold flushed cheeks.
"Not tonight querida." Brittany whispers in the distance between their lips. She watches as chocolate brown eyes transform to almost black. The effect of Brittany's speaking Spanish to Santana is instantaneous and entirely worth all the late night hours Brittany spent researching on the computer.
Santana tugs Brittany's lips to her own and presents her with an explosive kiss, nibbling her bottom lip just a little bit longer than normal and just the way Brittany likes it. When they pull back a second time, the look in Santana's eyes says 'Take me, I'll follow you wherever' and it sends a genuine shiver down Brittany's spine.
Clasping Santana's hand firmly in her own she pulls her girl close and heads off down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of their apartment.
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At the end of the block, Brittany surprises Santana again when she turns towards the street and steps out to hail a cab. When one pulls up alongside them both, Brittany opens the door for Santana to slide in and follows shortly after.
"We're going down to Spring Street, 246."
The cabbie nods before pulling back into traffic.
Santana sits beside Brittany biting her lip and wracking her brain trying to figure out why Brittany would have them head in the direction of the HUB, or anywhere near her college. Brittany glances to her left and notices Santana's indicative 'thinking' face and she chuckles softly to herself, sliding over to extinguish the two-inch gap that was resting between them.
As soon as the warmth from Brittany's body presses against her side, Santana drops all pretenses of thought and turns to flash her girlfriend a smile. Brittany arches her eyebrows but smiles back leaning in to capture Santana's very kissable lips. As the brushing of lips turns to the stroking of tongues, as Brittany's skims across the seam of Santana's lips before delving past her parted lips, the taller girl reaches out and hooks her arm under Santana's thighs and in one quick motion she lifts her up and deposits her in her lap.
Santana releases a surprised squeak at the action but quickly settles into her new position, tilting her body slightly to cup the base of Brittany's skull in one hand and tangle her fingers in blonde locks with the other, preventing delectable pink lips and a skillful tongue from breaching their connection.
The world disappears around them. There are no lights from skyscrapers, no sounds of the city, no horns from traffic. There are just two people, completely in love with each other who are not afraid to show it.
While Santana's tongue traces a pattern over the curves of Brittany's mouth, pale fingers start to spider their way up a bare tan thigh. Brittany's never been more thankful for the blue and black stripped mini dress that Santana is wearing as it affords her the opportunity to skim her fingers under the hem and about five inches later come into contact with the heat that radiates between those finely toned legs.
A moan is swallowed from Santana's mouth by Brittany's as she traces lithe fingers up and down the center of a very damp scrap of silk that just barely covers anything. It's hot, it's slick, it's turning Brittany on beyond belief. She pulls her lips back from Santana's and instead drags them to her ear.
"Mmm baby you're already so wet for me." She husks and Santana bites her lip to hold back a moan, her face contorting into a look of absolute pleasure. She nods frantically. "My dirty girl, getting so wet when we're still in public, almost like you want me to take you right…here." Brittany punctuates the words by sliding her fingers down to Santana's entrance and pushing inwards, dipping just barely inside, the thin strip of silk the only barrier.
Santana does moan at that, dropping her head to Brittany's shoulder. Brittany's eyes flick up to the rearview mirror and she smirks when she finds that the cabbie is glancing into the mirror a lot more than is probably safe, or considered respectful. Coyly, and taking great pleasure in the matter, Brittany dips her head slightly so her lips connect with Santana's pulse point, the one angled towards the front of the cab. She licks and sucks until she leaves her mark, and her fingers start to move in slow circles where they remain pressed just barely inside of Santana.
Both woman are so lost in each other and the pleasure they're giving and receiving that they don't immediately register the cab stopping, nor do they hear the cabbie call out their arrived destination. Only when the man decides to bang on the window partition does Brittany extract her lips from Santana's neck.
"That'll be 9.70 lady, unless you want me to stay parked here, but I will run the meter."
Nope, Brittany does not want that.
Reaching into her pocket and hefting out a crisp twenty, Brittany slaps the bill in the cabbie's hand before lifting herself and Santana simultaneously from the car and onto the concrete sidewalk.
Brittany sets Santana down and turns to close the cab door and it is then that Santana finally takes in the exquisite luxury hotel she is currently standing before. Her mouth drops in awe as her eyes scale the 46 story high building. She turns, still jaw dropped to look at her girlfriend.
"Brittany," She whispers as Brittany steps up to her and wraps an arm around her waist, "Are we staying here?"
Brittany looks down at her girlfriend with a smile on her face, and then tilts in to press a kiss to her forehead.
"Of course baby, only the best for you."
Santana's heart flutters at the words, and she almost gets caught up and carried away by the feeling until a certain thought pops into her brain.
"What's the occasion?"
"Aww babe, you worry too much about that kind of stuff. Can't a girl bring her girlfriend, the love of her life, to one of the nicest hotels in New York and shower her with affection just because?"
Santana's brow rises at Brittany's go around approach, now she knows something is up. She steps into Brittany and leans up to press a sensual kiss to the underside of a pale jaw. Brittany shivers at the action, like Santana knew she would.
"You know I think it's incredibly sexy that you've brought me here Britt, but you also know I'm a struggling student trying to make it through college and trying to earn a living teaching at the studio and you're so busy at the museum all the time I barely get to see you."
Brittany smiles and pulls Santana in to place a kiss on her lips before she ushers them both towards the entrance, "I know which is why I thought that tonight would be a good night for us to escape that and just be together. What better place to do so than in a five star hotel?"
They enter the lobby and Brittany pulls them straight towards the elevator.
"I already have the keys." Brittany explains and Santana's eyebrow quirks.
"Is that what you were doing at lunch today?" A noncommittal shrug from Brittany is answer enough as they step into the elevator. Santana is still fidgeting by her side, biting her lip in worry. Brittany reaches out to halt the elevator and then steps towards Santana with one hand in her pocket and the other bracing her body as it leans into Santana's.
"I was going to surprise you later, but I don't want you to worry anymore so I'll tell you now," Brittany starts to say looking down into Santana's eyes, "The curator at the museum says I've been doing so well with the exhibits that he wants to promote me to a full time tenure, with bonuses and benefits. I got the starting package today and San baby it's six figures."
Santana's eyes bulge at this information, though it shouldn't shock her. Every since Brittany took a job at one of the prestigious New York museums a few years ago when she moved to New York to be with Santana, her nature good nature and radiating charm have seen Brittany climb the social latter quite quickly. Not to mention her underrated genius that shines through in all of her actions, which has apparently and finally been discovered by someone of high importance.
"Six figures?"
Brittany nods with a smile, "Yeah, which means you can quit your job at the bar and concentrate on school and the dance studio. I'll be able to take care of you."
Santana's heart melts at those words, "Britt, you know I've never expected you to do that. We've always said we'd work together. That's what a partnership is right?" Brittany smiles and leans down to kiss Santana again.
"Yeah it is, and we've been great partners, but I also know you've always done a little bit more to support me. Ever since we were kids you've looked out for me and taken care of me, now I have the means to do the same for you. So until you finish school and get your own job and career, you won't have to sweat the little things because I'll be there for you. Always." As she speaks, Brittany tilts her hips further into Santana's until an unmistakable hardness can be felt.
Santana's eyes snap up to Brittany's in question and the taller woman simply smiles.
"In fact, I'm going to take care of you all…night…long," Brittany husks into Santana's ear, canting her hips upwards just enough to rub the bulge directly across Santana's covered center, drawing a moan from her swollen lips and causing tan eyelids to flutter against brown eyes. Brittany grins at her success of rendering Santana almost jell-o like and she tilts in to press her lips against the pulse point of her neck as she starts the elevator again.
When the elevator doors ding open Brittany scoops Santana into her arms bridal style and walks them down the hallway and to their room, carrying her in over the threshold as if they're celebrating their honeymoon. Brittany can't even wait until that dream actually becomes reality.
All in good time.
As she swings her foot back to kick the door closed, Brittany sets Santana onto her feet and immediately attacks those luscious lips she's been craving, sucking Santana's top lip between her own. Santana's body shakes with bliss and she moans into Brittany's mouth, tingles sprouting all over her skin as she's pushed against a wall and Brittany starts removing their clothes.
The first thing to go is Santana's jacket, followed by Brittany's dress vest. She's not quick enough in unbuttoning the white and black patterned skintight cleavage-boosting blouse that rests underneath before Santana is ripping the buttons apart and tugging it down Brittany's arms.
"Shit Santana, I like that top." Brittany teasingly chastises but her faux anger gets lost in a moan as Santana's capable hands squeeze at her breasts through her blue lace bra.
"Mmm fuck, I'll buy you a new one Britt just please, touch me, kiss me, just do something." Santana begs and Brittany grins at her desperation, marveling at how damn sexy Santana still manages to be even when she's begging. Brittany, however, has several plans for the evening, none of which include rushing things.
"Patience sweetheart," Brittany coos as she presses a kiss to Santana's earlobe, her fingers dipping under the hem of Santana's dress and slowly pressing it upwards, "We'll get there in time, and then I'll rock your world." She then intones, pressing her hips forward again to remind Santana about the bulge that rests between her legs, as if the shorter woman could have forgotten.
Santana's fingers drop frantically to the button of Brittany's slacks, tugging and pulling and trying to get them loose, and when she finally does Brittany takes a step backwards out of her reach. She gazes at Santana with lust filled eyes but still raises her finger and waves it about in a 'tut tut' manner.
"You have to get undressed first," Brittany starts to say and soon enough Santana is gripping at the hem of her dress ready to tug it up and off, Brittany steps forward and stops her however, and earns a protesting groan from her girlfriend.
"Then you have to get in the tub," Brittany then tells her. Santana whines for the briefest of moments before she turns and walks down the hallway to where the bathroom is. Upon entrance she gasps at the sight of a very large Jacuzzi type soaking bathtub. With a wicked grin, Santana turns back around to Brittany before she reaches for her dress hem and this time fully pulls it up and over her body.
Brittany's eyes widen upon realization that Santana is not wearing a bra. How did she not notice that? And much to her chagrin, Santana turns away from Brittany's sight and into the bathroom where blue eyes cannot see her from their current position. Only when a black lace g-string is tossed out into the hallway following Santana's disappearance, does Brittany step into gear and scurry after her gorgeous girlfriend.
She is delighted to find that Santana is settled quite comfortably in the Jacuzzi, already sipping on a glass of champagne that was undoubtedly left there by the hotel staff. Brittany did after all request the highest of romance to be provided to her and Santana for the evening and following morning, and if all goes well this will surely be a night for them both to remember.
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"Oh, right there Britt. Mmmmm." Santana moans as Brittany's nimble fingers dig into and relieve another tense muscle in the contours of her lower back. Brittany whom is sitting on the Jacuzzi landing behind Santana, who is situated comfortably between Brittany's legs that are soaking in the water next to her. Brittany has managed to strip down to her dark blue boy shorts and has convinced Santana to receive a massage before they continue with anything else.
Santana is in a blissful heaven, Brittany's hands are magic. When they transition to the front of her body Santana hums out in satisfaction, until Brittany's fingers skim the swell of her breast and Santana shudders as a quiet moan slips from her lips. Brittany takes that as a sign and leans down to press her lips to the side of Santana's neck as her hands curve upwards and cup the perfect full breasts right at her disposal.
"Every part of you Santana, is so beautiful. I fall in love with you more and more," Brittany whispers in Santana's ear, her tongue poking out to slide across the shell as her fingers twist around to tweak her nipples and tug them a little, "Every single time."
Another breathy moan slips from Santana's mouth as her hands find their way into Brittany's hair and her nails skim across her scalp. Brittany puts more pressure into her massaging and licks a line up the column of Santana's neck. As one of Brittany's hands dip down to Santana's firm abs, the smaller woman shakes a little more in Brittany's arms, the anticipation drawing out those pleased reactions.
Before Brittany gets much further, however, Santana suddenly stands from the tub and turns around to face her, water cascading down every part of her body, naked smooth beautiful tan looking skin put on sight for Brittany's eyes. She tries not to groan but Santana's palms glide against her bare thighs as full lips lean into her ear.
"Quiero que me hagas el amor." Santana murmurs into Brittany's ear, nipping the lobe as she pulls back to look into now shaded dark blue eyes. If there's one thing in Spanish that Brittany has successful been able to translate, because it comes from Santana's mouth regularly, it's the phrase 'I want you to make love to me' and it never fails to completely shatter any kind of restraint Brittany might have had.
Not another second is wasted in clambering from the Jacuzzi side and then turning to hoist Santana gracefully from the tub. Brittany walks them into the bedroom area and sets Santana to her feet watching as darkened brown eyes take in the cupid heart made of rose pedals on the bed spread before turning back to Brittany with a soft smile.
"You really went all out."
Brittany smiles lopsided, "I just told them to make sure it was romantic, I didn't specify the cheese level."
Santana giggles and steps towards her girlfriend, taking her hands carefully in her own and taking a step backwards to the bed attempting to pull Brittany with her. Brittany stops her though and with a silent shake of her head, she tugs Santana with her as she walks over to the desk pushed against the far wall and maneuvers Santana so that her back is pressed against the wall before stepping into her and shifting her hips so that they're both reminded about the potential for the evening.
A gasp pops from Santana's lips as she feels the bulge in Brittany's boy shorts rub against her center. Brittany adjusts Santana's hands so they are resting on pale hips as she dips down to drag her lips and teeth across Santana's chest, her fingers are dancing along Santana's sides. They trace over the dips and indents that make up Santana's toned stomach before smoothing up between the valley of her breasts and running delicately across the swell of them.
As Brittany's lips attach to Santana's pulse point, her hands cup full breasts again and knead and massage in time with her sucking. Santana's panting, and the way her pulse quickens under Brittany's lips tells the taller woman what Santana needs without actually having to say any words. Brittany's right hand releases the breast she was kneading and travels down tan skin until her fingertips trace the apex of Santana's thigh and forces the other woman to jerk forward slightly.
"I'm gonna get you ready baby."
Santana only grips onto Brittany's neck tighter as she nods her frantic approval. Brittany earns a loud groan from Santana when she dips her long fingers into wet velvety heat.
"Ohhh!" Santana yells, loud enough that Brittany's sure if anyone were standing outside the door they'd hear her but not too loud to cause a scene. It sends a rush through Brittany's body as she considers the fact that tonight, they can be as loud as they want, with no worries about nosy neighbors pounding on walls and telling them to be quite. A grin pulls wide across Brittany's lips, because tonight she's going to make every scream worth it, and she's set on seeing just how high an octave Santana's voice can reach.
The tips of Brittany's fingers dance over Santana's clit, circling wide before sliding down to her entrance and tentatively dipping inside before moving back up to Santana's swollen bud. Santana gasps and groans and whimpers at the action, her hips canting forward to get what little pressure she can, hoping for that last bit of relief she so desperately craves. Brittany grants her desires a few seconds later, sinking a single digit inside of Santana's hot core.
Brittany groans at the tightness she feels as she shifts her finger knuckle deep and pulls it back only to slide it in again.
"Oh San, baby, it's gonna be a tight fit." Brittany husks in Santana's ear, earning a groan and a clenching around her finger from Santana. Brittany merely grins, and as she pushes her finger in again, she adds a second one this time licking at Santana's earlobe and brining her thumb up to her clit to rub slow circles against it, feeling the wetness drip from Santana more and more every second she thrusts inside of her.
When Santana starts rocking with Brittany's motions, the taller girl adds a third finger much to Santana's delight, and she groans loudly once again upon the feeling of being so filled.
"Shit, s-so g-good Britt, ugh." Santana moans, her head tilting backwards and slamming against the solid sheetrock wall behind them. Brittany smiles against the skin of Santana's neck, nipping slightly before she removes her left hand from tweaking Santana's nipple and trails it down Santana's left forearm, getting a firm grip on her wrist and dragging her hand to the bulge in her boy shorts.
Santana doesn't waste any time reaching out with both hands, in between squeezing and gripping at different parts of Brittany as her body is rocked with pleasure, and tugging at the waistband of the dark blue shorts sitting low on Brittany's hips. As soon as the material is tugged past the harness strapped at Brittany's hips, the seven inch blue dildo hanging from the strap-on springs free between their bodies.
Brittany uses her free hand to push down her underwear the rest of the way as her right hand still pumps slowly between Santana's legs, and as she steps out of the garment, she presses forward enough to press the dildo into Santana's stomach. Suddenly her fingers stop their thrusting motions inside of Santana and she slowly slides them out. Santana groans at the loss but her disappointment doesn't last long as she feels Brittany press the head of the dildo to her center, parting her folds and bumping her clit.
"Mmm babe, you're so wet."
Santana nods, but glancing down at the toy held in Brittany's hand she swallows a thick lump of nervousness that rests in her throat. She wants it, bad, but it's been a while and it's sort of intimidatingly big. Brittany seems to gather her girlfriend's hesitation, she cups Santana's chin in her free palm and tilts those chocolate brown eyes up to hers.
"I promise I'll go slow and be really gentle, at first." Brittany says with a soft smile and a slight smirk. She brushes her nose against Santana's and plants a kiss there before getting a nod of approval from the other woman. Brittany dips down and pushes her lips against Santana's, giving her a slow sensual kiss that reaffirms the sincerity of her words. Finally Santana takes a deep breath and nods her head.
Brittany does as she promises and starts gentle, pushing the tip to Santana's entrance before slowly pushing in just enough for the head to be taken by Santana's sex. Even though the dildo is not an actual extremity of Brittany, she can still feel the resistance Santana's walls are giving the toy and she groans imagining what that tight heat would actually feel like, but at the same time the look and sounds that are coming from Santana pretty much make up for it.
She leans in and presses soft kisses along Santana's jaw, "Relax baby and I promise I'll make you feel good."
It takes a few seconds but Brittany finally feels the resistance relaxing enough for her to sink the dildo a little further into Santana until it reaches the hilt and Santana grunts at the feeling.
Brittany beams and presses a kiss to Santana's cheek, "San, you took it all baby. So hot."
Santana blinks her eyes open and glances down seeing their hips pressed together, she becomes aware of the way she can feel the silicone phallus stretching her walls as she clenches around the hard length. She smiles back at Brittany and tilts forward to press their lips together again. As they kiss languidly, Brittany glides her hand down the side of Santana's left thigh and grips under her knee, lifting the leg up and hooking around her hip before turning her blue eyes back to gaze at Santana's.
"You ready?"
Santana rocks her hips forward in the process, earning a whimper from Brittany as the other side of the dildo bumps into Brittany's clit, creating an intense amount of friction and pleasure. Brittany takes that as her cue, and after spreading her legs a little she begins to rut her hips up and into Santana, pumping the dildo in and out of that hot wet heat she knows is surrounding the toy. Brittany grunts as she lifts Santana up just enough to thrust deeper, Santana moaning loudly at the change of angle and gripping tightly onto Brittany's shoulders.
Brittany leans in, using the wall as leverage to hold Santana up, and pumping her hips in figure eight motions, holding her inward thrusts to slide to tip of the dildo against that spot she knows make Santana's knees weak.
"Yeah San…mmm, fuck you like that?"
"Oh God Britt, fuck you feel so good. You fuck me so w-well. Shit!" Santana moans, her eyes snapping open as Brittany's thrusts tap that spot deep inside of her. When she manages to focus, Santana realizes there's a mirror across the room that gives her the perfect view of Brittany's behind, and the sight of her girlfriend fucking her hard against the wall.
Santana groans as Brittany pumps up into her again, her eyes zoned in on the flexing lines that split Brittany's back where her sculpted muscles tense and release with her thrusts. She sees the way Brittany's ass flexes with each rut, the tension in the small of her back coiling and unwinding in tandem with every single moan that slips from Santana's mouth.
Like every time Brittany hears that sound, her body can't help but react and fuck her harder, faster, deeper.
The combination of the dildo tapping that spot inside Santana and the thought of Brittany's body working so perfectly with her own hurls Santana into her orgasm unexpectedly. Suddenly she's clenching tightly around the dildo and moaning deeply.
"Ugh, Britt!" She moans an octave louder than Brittany's ever heard her. She can't actually feel Santana's slick walls gripping around the dildo, but she feels the resistance as she continues to pump into Santana, too close to her own orgasm to stop or slow down. As Santana shakes in her arms, Brittany's knees wobble from exhaustion, she steps back holding Santana in her arms and shifts them over to the adjacent desk, setting Santana's ass down and keeping her left leg lifted and propped up on the desk.
Pushing her leg out and spreading her wide, Brittany leans in and presses sloppy kisses against Santana's neck as her right hand remains hooked under the bend of Santana's propped up knee, and her other hand pulls Santana's body into her thrusts by pressing at the small of her back.
"Oh-yes-yes-OH! B-Britt'any!" Santana chants as Brittany works her up, quickly, once again.
Every time Brittany thrusts upwards and sinks hilt deep, the other side of the harness brushes against her clit. Santana continues to watch from the mirror in amazement as Brittany starts to fall apart. Her back spasms and her shoulders shake as she finally tips herself into an orgasm. The sight of Brittany falling apart in front of her sends Santana into her second orgasm and she comes hard, clenching tightly against the dildo again and feeling a gush of liquid rush from her core.
Brittany catches her breath by resting her forehead against Santana's shoulder unbeknownst to her how brown eyes are carefully admiring the way her back and shoulders rise and fall with the action. Santana's fingers run lazy through Brittany's hair and she can't seem to pull her eyes away from the mesmerizing sight in the mirror across the room. When Brittany finally lifts her head up, she meets Santana with a lazy smile and droopy eyes. Santana smiles back, leaning in to kiss her softly.
Taking a step back and slipping the dildo from between Santana's legs, and earning a whimper in the process, Brittany holds her hand out for Santana to take. She watches in awe as Santana smiles at her with a look of absolute desire, predatory in all of its nature. Brittany gulps slightly, partly bewildered by this animalistic attitude that's come over her girlfriend, and deeply turned on at the thought of what might come of this new sexual confidence.
Not as if she's ever had any worries about Santana's sexual confidence, but this is definitely something completely new and entirely hot.
The backs of Brittany's knees bump into the bed and Santana shoves at her shoulders to send her toppling back onto the bed. Santana is quick to straddle Brittany's hips, drawing a groan from the taller woman as she feels all of Santana on her legs, and the dildo presses against Brittany's stomach.
Leaning in and pressing a hard kiss to Brittany's lips, Santana grips at the nape of Brittany's neck and smirks devilishly at her.
"My turn."
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Oh yeah, I went there. Looks like there's going to be a part three. Probably should be out tomorrow evening, if not I'll have it up by Monday for sure! Thanks y'all!