Marik is happily snacking on some fruit
But Bakura is distracted by something else entirely
Bakura sat at the kitchen table agonizingly staring at the healthy C cup breasts of Marik. It was agonizing being able to admire Marik's body but not being able to touch it. Why couldn't she just admit she was gay already and stop dragging this out?
Marik was in the kitchen wolfing down slices of fresh honeydew melon. The juices ran down her face, her hands and her breasts bounced as she ate. Despite her constant denying of not being gay Marik was certainly very good at eating that melon. Now if only she could put her mouth to good use elsewhere.
While she would happily fuck Marik into the mattress any day; she was also interested in having Marik use her skilled tongue on her. Licking her inside out until she was a panting mess.
"It was a great idea to buy these melons Bakura" Marik muttered her mouth full of lemon. God, they tasted so good and she could never get enough; even if it was a bit messy. They were so sweet and delicious; appeasing her desire for something sweet and clenching her thirst. Plus, she could eat all she wanted and still look insanely hot.
Bakura smirked deciding to make some fun out of this. I mean I wasn't every day she was given such an opportunity. Plus Marik never caught onto her dirty references until far too late anyway.
"You really are eager with those melons Marik" she said playfully. If only Marik would give her melons some love for once instead of being a prude. Her tongue caressing and playing with her nipples. Then running them down to her abdomen; god she felt her stomach tingle at the very thought.
Marik blinked then swallowed; she had never tasted anything so sweet in her life. Now that she could enjoy them she was going to eat as much as she liked. "Of course, I do! They're so sweet and delicious! I could eat them all day long!" Marik retorted sharply.
Bakura stifled a snort at the line that came out of the tanned girls mouth. That sounded like something straight out of one of those Yuri Manga she read so much. Perhaps all that reading was doing her some good after all.
Hell, it sounded like something out of a damn cheesy porno; but of course, the naïve closeted girl before her would know nothing of such a thing. So yet again it was added to the list of Bakura's many private jokes.
"I'd take your melons any day" she teased mischievously a smirk spread across her face. Hell, if not for Marik being a prude she would grab them anyway. Many times she had attempted to in the shower or in the bed.
She then let her eyes roam down to the bouncing mounds underneath Marik's shirt. For the longest time now she was convinced Marik did not wear a bra. The damn things jiggled about way too much compared to hers. I mean hers were a D cup compared but hers were held down tight.
Marik's chest was constantly bouncing about like two beach balls. It was hard not to stare when they were constantly in her view of sight. However whenever Bakura brought up the idea of a guy touching her boobs she got suddenly uncomfortable.
Marik blinked innocently then blushed; Bakura was such a freaking pervert. Staring at her chest this whole time like a dirty pervert. She then folded her arms crossly still gripping the melon rind. She had forgotten her face was still sticky though.
"I'm not gay Bakura; I like men!" she retorted defensively her tone annoyed. How many times did she have to prove her straightness? She planned on getting a super hot boyfriend who would appreciate her sexiness.
Bakura smirked "Sure" she said rolling her eyes. Marik was about as straight as the YMCA song or believe by Cher. Even Pegasus could see she was gay! so why the bloody hell couldn't she?
Marik frowned and picked up more melon; she then turned away crossly so Bakura couldn't see her chest and could continue her snack in peace.