wrigglesandgiggles: summerscaptions:“Keep watching…” Sarah whispered.“Don
wrigglesandgiggles: summerscaptions: “Keep watching…” Sarah whispered.“Don’t look away,” Grace replied. They sat on the bed, nude, limbs entwined. They were slick with sweat, and the room stank of sex. The air was hot, wet, and thick. The images on the TV were blurry and confusing. The picture seemed to flex, expanding and contracting, dilating, drawing the viewer in. The girls stared at it, and the spoke to each other, softly. “Don’t think,” Sarah said.“No brains,” Grace groaned. They had been there all day. Possibly longer. Time didn’t mean much anymore. They had no awareness of anything outside of this room. They went in cycles - they’d watch the video, sinking into a deep, hazy trance. They’d speak to each other, both encouraging the other to do deeper, become blanker, get wetter. Eventually, they’d fall all over one another, kissing and stroking and licking until they both dissolved into a limp post-coital puddle. After a while, one of them would notice the video again, and the whole thing would start over. “You’re so horny,” Sarah murmured.“You’re so wet,” Grace whispered. Sarah’s hands slowly crept around Grace, cupping her breasts. Grace’s nipples stiffened, and Sarah began tugging on them, gently, in time with the pulse of the video. Without realizing it, Grace started to stroke her own clit. “Just a dumb, horny slut,” Sarah whispered.“Can’t think… need to fuck,” Grace moaned. Grace shifted around on the bed a bit, craning her neck back to nibble on Sarah’s ear. It was tough to get the right angle to allow her to do that and still watch the TV, but they shifted around until it worked. They couldn’t take their eyes off the screen, after all. “You’re a lesbian fuckslut,” Sarah purred.“You were born to lick pussy,” Grace said. Before long, they forgot about the screen, falling into one another again. Sarah buried her face in Grace’s pussy, making her scream with long, slow licks. Grace returned the favor afterwards, and both of them were lost in the sweet pink cloud of orgasmic oblivion for a while. Then Grace spotted the TV and started to watch again. Soon, Sarah joined her. They cycle began again. “You’re a bimbo whore,” Grace said.“You’re a brainless slut,” Sarah said. Neither of them could remember who had set up the video to brainwash who. Neither of them cared anymore. ……………….words………… -- source link