Twice Two

Nymphia decided to accept Plane’s offer to perform together, and they spent several hours looking for a costume of the right size. If Plane had had a sewing machine, Nymphia would’ve solved the problem in no time. But they had to do it the old-fashioned way and just dig through the whole wardrobe. Nymphia was the first to notice a red dress that she had once seen on Plane during a performance. It didn’t require huge pads for the butt and looked narrower at the shoulders than the others. Plane nodded approvingly, tossed it into the bag, and drove Nymphia to the club. Plane’s girlfriends, with surprised and excited faces, met them in the dressing room and, after patting Nymphia on the shoulder, left. Plane glanced at her in confusion, while she innocently shrugged in response. ‘You’re such a cutie,’ purred Plane, grabbing Nymphia by the chin. ‘None of my friends could stay indifferent.’ ‘Is it me, or do I hear a jealous note?’ she smirked, not taking her eyes off Plane’s face. ‘Maybe,’ Plane answered, lowering her gaze to the neck. ‘If you belonged to me,’ her hand slowly slid down and pressed lightly on the neck, ‘I’d hide you and never let anyone get close to you.’ ‘I already belong to you,’ Nymphia rasped and reached out to Plane, but she suddenly pulled back and let go of her. ‘Don’t,’ she exhaled. ‘I want you to belong only to yourself and never let others decide for you.’ Nymphia silently nodded and began to get ready for the performance. In reality, Plane was lying. She selfishly wanted Nymphia not to be free and to obey her completely, but life clearly showed that one had to think through wishes and not act on impulse.  

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After the dizzying show that stunned the audience with Nymphia’s appearance, the girlfriends, drunk with success, stumbled into the dressing room and hurried to bring themselves back to their original look, despite exhaustion. They kept glancing at each other, unable to stop smiling, and chatted about the brightest moments of the evening. Already changed and standing at the doorway of the dressing room, they gazed into each other’s eyes in fascination, unable to look away. Plane was the first to lose control and threw herself at her with kisses. Losing her head, Nymphia didn’t resist, trying to remember what exactly they were supposed to do before leaving the room. Thoughts raced madly through her head, and she felt it would be better if she stopped thinking altogether. The main thing was — Plane was near, everyone had left, there was a couch somewhere close, and everything necessary was in the backpack. ‘Wait,’ Plane said, trying to catch her breath. ‘First I have to tell you something.’ ‘Tell me what?’ Nymphia asked drunkenly, melting into a smile and hanging on her neck. ‘What, you forgot?’ Plane asked with worried surprise. ‘Don’t you dare make me put this talk off for another day. Then I definitely won’t be able to do it.’ ‘Yeah, the talk. Right…’ Nymphia seemed as if she was under something. She felt so good that no more words were needed. ‘Come to your senses, baby,’ Plane grabbed her shoulder tightly. ‘This is very serious, and if you don’t listen carefully to my words and only later figure out what’s what, it’ll be much worse for you.’ Nymphia came to herself and lifted her clear eyes, waiting for an answer. ‘I wasn’t fair to you because of a stupid grudge and the wish to prove something to myself,’ Plane began. ‘When I moved in with you, I was already in a bad way. Even though Yelena and I sometimes had fights, we always lived in sync. I think I was just dependent on her. I was used to coming home to a ready dinner, a clean house, and someone to chat with about nothing. But when Yelena thought she was losing me as an obedient son, ready to obey her at any chance, and she called my father, I realized that dependence. I had to get out of there immediately. And with you I understood how unfit I was for life…’ Plane paused and looked away. Nymphia didn’t interrupt the monologue, letting her finally speak her mind. ‘I thought you criticized my actions just to anger me. That you pointed out my helplessness. I thought you were hiding our relationship because you were ashamed of me — useless, unwanted, since even my parents abandoned me.’ ‘I never thought that about you,’ Nymphia said quietly, stroking Plane’s back. She raised her eyes and continued, not breaking eye contact, ‘Now I realize it. But back then I was haunted by this obsessive idea. You started to get jealous of me, and I couldn’t understand how anyone could be jealous of someone so useless and helpless like me. And when I went to London, I decided to test if it was true. Maybe I wasn’t so helpless after all. If LaBelle hadn’t started hitting on me first, I might not have dared. But her obsession gave me confidence. I recorded a video to show you that I could make my own decisions, and then I fucked her in the toilet.’ Now that Plane had said it out loud, she felt much lighter, and the scene of this conversation, which had haunted her in her sleep many times, finally let her go. Regardless of Nymphia’s answer, Plane already felt free. ‘I came back to you and once again felt my helplessness and weakness. I messed up, and I didn’t have the courage to confess. I kept waiting for it to somehow resolve on its own, but nothing ever does. I came home determined to grow that quality in myself. I made peace with my mom, and we both agreed it was time for me to become independent. And while I really didn’t need any help with daily life, I still didn’t have the courage to come back and admit it to you. Now, I feel like the moment has come when I’ve completely gotten rid of cowardice. Thanks to you. You helped me understand that, by refusing to take a step forward, excusing myself with the thought that I might hurt someone, while ignoring the feelings and wishes of that very person, I would never be able to become strong.’ Plane kept studying Nymphia’s face, hoping to catch her reaction to the words. After a pause, Nymphia cleared her throat and said, ‘I’m glad you finally managed to find harmony with your family and with yourself, despite how hard the path was. But it hurts me that you didn’t want to involve me, and you went through the hardships alone, though maybe it was meant to be that way. And I’m sorry that the final push that made you begin your journey, leaving me in the dark, was a fling with LaBelle. I understood you could go further than that kiss. You’re so stubborn. And not weak at all.’ ‘Wait,’ said Plane. ‘You mean you guessed?’ ‘I suspected,’ Nymphia confirmed. ‘It can happen to anyone, and with your character, even more so. But you never told me, and I just moved on, without thinking about whether something happened between you or not. I thought if it was that important to you, you’d tell me, and if not, then there was no point in bringing it up. That’s why I couldn’t even connect your silence with that incident.’ ‘You don’t see it as cheating?’ Plane asked in surprise. ‘And you?’ ‘For me, it’s not cheating, but more like a nasty act toward you. Probably the nastiest one.’ ‘Well, I wouldn’t call it cheating either. And it wouldn’t be the nastiest thing for me. You could do a lot worse if you wanted,’ Nymphia smiled, nudging her with her elbow. ‘Do you think I deserve you?’ Plane asked wearily. ‘What, you think I’m a saint or something?’ Nymphia exclaimed. ‘Why do you keep comparing us, as if I’m some deity you have to match?’ ‘But I really do see you as my deity,’ Plane answered sincerely. ‘You’re the brightest thing I’ve ever met in my life. I feel like my actions could hurt you badly.’ ‘Now that’s unpleasant,’ muttered Nymphia. ‘So in your eyes, I’m the weak one.’ ‘That’s not true,’ Plane objected. ‘You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. Sometimes I was even afraid of you. And now I’m scared you’ll punish me after this confession.’ ‘Not a bad idea,’ Nymphia drawled with a squint. ‘But since you’re now so proud and independent, I’ll let you choose your punishment yourself.’ ‘Alright, mistress.’ Nymphia burst out laughing. ‘Then let’s start right now,’ she answered, pulling off her clothes. Plane froze, staring at the body she had missed so much and fantasized about so often. ‘What are you standing there for like a post?’ Nymphia tugged on Plane, grabbing her by the belt. ‘Waiting for me to undress you? Today, be a dear and handle it yourself.’ Plane immediately got to it while Nymphia rummaged through her backpack looking for the tube. There was no time for foreplay today — they had waited far too long for this moment. ‘So, have you thought of a punishment for yourself?’ Nymphia asked demanding, scanning Plane’s bare figure. ‘You can spank me — I can even share my belt,’ Plane said modestly, holding out the belt. ‘Come on, Plane,’ Nymphia smirked. ‘That’s way too simple. You want something completely different.’ ‘Alright,’ Plane nodded and added, ‘Don’t let me come.’ ‘Oh, you’re pushing it,’ Nymphia said without a hint of surprise. ‘Don’t you think that’d be too cruel after months of restraint? Or have you already had fun with someone?’ she squinted with a sharp smile. ‘Just by myself. And you?’ Plane asked jealously. ‘Let that remain a secret,’ Nymphia smirked and turned Plane to face away. ‘Since you lied about your true desire, I’ll have to punish you twice.’ She made Plane arch her back and gave her a loud smack on the buttock. Plane sobbed into her fist, pressing her face to the table. Nymphia looked with satisfaction at the red mark and squeezed the buttock. ‘I promise that tomorrow your ass will be burning,’ Nymphia hissed and raised her hand for another slap. The sob turned into a moan, which Plane unsuccessfully tried to stifle. ‘Damn, you’re really turned on,’ Nymphia was surprised. ‘You’re trembling all over, and I like it so much. My tasty jelly.’ She ran her tongue along the spine while squeezing the buttock. ‘You holding up there?’ Nymphia chuckled.   ‘I need your help,’ Plane whimpered pleadingly. ‘Please.’ ‘Now I see you really abstained, if you’re ready to come just from spanking.’ She turned Plane to face her and, firmly grabbing her cock, knelt down. ‘And will I get anything today?’ Nymphia drawled, looking up. ‘Your punishment is turning into a one-way game.’ ‘We’ll think of something,’ Plane rasped, pushing Nymphia’s head. ‘Well, well…’ Nymphia mumbled, licking her lips. She had missed this for so long. The mouth had always been her weak spot. But she wouldn’t lick cucumbers in Plane’s absence! Only ice cream and lollipops looked somewhat more adequate, but could they compare in size? Moving her hips to meet her, Plane begged Nymphia to finally let her come, but Nymphia held her cock tightly, working her mouth actively. ‘Fuck, Nymphia, I’m gonna faint!’ Nymphia seemed not to hear. She only sped up, taking the cock down her throat. Everyone left in the club probably realized what was happening in one of the dressing rooms, because Plane stopped holding back her moans as soon as Nymphia opened her mouth. ‘Baby, please,’ Plane said hoarsely. Nymphia grinned and loosened her grip, letting her come in her mouth. ‘What the fuck are you doing to me?’ Plane exhaled, collapsing onto the couch. Her voice was clearly gone. ‘And I missed you too,’ Nymphia purred. ‘I’ll give you a couple minutes for a smoke,’ she added, twirling a tube in front of Plane’s face, ‘and I’ll keep myself busy so I won’t tire you.’ ‘No way,’ Plane croaked in amazement. ‘I thought you were prepared.’ ‘As if,’ Nymphia snorted. ‘We were going to talk seriously. What if it turned out you eat babies for breakfast? Think I’d let you fuck me in that case?’ She winked and squeezed the contents onto her palm. ‘Look and admire.’ Soon Plane again felt a wild arousal and was ready to pounce on Nymphia before she finished preparation. But she would never harm her beloved. Not now for sure. ‘Come here already, I can barely hold myself back,’ Nymphia whispered, grabbing Plane’s hand. She didn’t wait for another invitation and, stroking flawless buttocks, entered with careful moves and then began to fuck Nymphia furiously. ‘Back to the earlier question,’ Plane chuckled, holding back a cough. ‘Do you think I could believe you’d been with someone without me?’ ‘Did my ass tell you that?’ Nymphia smirked. ‘Don’t make me think you don’t know anatomy well.’ ‘That has nothing to do with your little one.’ ‘You’re already giving nicknames to my body parts?’ Nymphia giggled, moving actively against Plane. ‘Why not,’ Nymphia gasped at a strong thrust. ‘So, back to the previous topic.’ ‘And you feel like chatting during sex.’ Plane ignored the comment. ‘If you’d slept with someone, you wouldn’t be impaling yourself on my cock with such zeal.’ A loud gasp. ‘And you wouldn’t be clinging to me like that.’ ‘I can’t be any other way with you,’ Nymphia sobbed and, without even touching herself, came violently. ‘Fuck, Nymphia,’ Plane responded in delight, smearing cum on her belly, and came right after a couple more thrusts. ‘You’re so silly,’ Nymphia said, turning to face Plane and collapsing onto the couch. ‘How could you think that silence is better than confessing your sins? You tormented me so much that you’ll have to make up for it for a long time…’ ‘I’ve never been in a situation like this,’ Plane admitted, trying to clear her throat. ‘Well, I’ve been in a similar one, but in the opposite role.’ ‘I remember,’ Nymphia nodded, pulling her close and laying her beside her. ‘Even here that jerk messed things up. But don’t compare yourself to him, you’re much better. Even for a deity like me,’ Nymphia added with a laugh. ‘So we’re together again?’ Plane asked. ‘For me, we never really parted, even though we were technically apart.’ ‘Then let’s try again.’ Nymphia raised an eyebrow questioningly. ‘I mean, let’s try living together. I won’t stay silent about what bothers me or try to guess everything and decide for you. And I think I’m ready for independent living now. Even cleaning the bathroom last time doesn’t feel humiliating anymore.’ ‘You know, I didn’t waste the past two months either,’ Nymphia said. ‘I reconsidered my terrible behavior at home and seriously got down to managing the household. I was hoping you’d come back and didn’t want any more conflicts because of it.’ ‘Well, your hope came true. Let’s leave here tomorrow. I don’t want to stay here without you anymore.’ Nymphia intertwined their fingers and smiled gratefully. ‘But first, we need to get rid of the traces of our adventures,’ Plane laughed. ‘Although tomorrow, everyone will know what happened here anyway.’  

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The first month of autumn was ending, but the heat wasn’t letting up. The humid wind from the ocean didn’t make things easier, and weather forecasts promised no change. Plane fanned herself with a cap, trying to ease her discomfort. ‘If she doesn’t hurry, I’ll just give up and head to the café,’ she grumbled. ‘Why couldn’t we have agreed to meet there?’ Nymphia, feeling only slightly better but hiding it, looked at her like a spoiled child and sighed. ‘Stop whining, Plane. She just texted that she’ll be here soon. She’ll drop off her things in the room, and then we’ll head to the café.’ ‘What a silly plan,’ Plane continued to complain. ‘If you’d told me about it beforehand, I’d never have agreed to go with you.’ Nymphia gave Plane a skeptical look and explained in a teacherly tone, ‘You know Mirage. If we don’t personally make sure she checks in, she might cancel the reservation and crash with us.’ ‘But we can say no,’ Plane argued, waving the cap at Nymphia. ‘True?’ Nymphia squinted. ‘We can try, but I have a feeling you won’t manage.’ ‘And you?’ ‘Even less. She knows exactly what buttons to push.’ Plane frowned and continued fanning Nymphia with her cap. ‘So that’s why you stopped talking to her too? Now she’ll be twice as upset with us,’ Plane said. ‘If you don’t remember, my dear,’ Nymphia replied teasingly, ‘because of your ignoring, I couldn’t think about anyone else, trying to figure out what was going on with you.’ ‘Reminding me again?’ Plane grumbled, placing the cap on Nymphia’s head. ‘One day I’ll stop falling for it, and you won’t be able to reproach me for your purposes anymore.’ ‘Well, sometimes I just want to take charge,’ Nymphia said businesslike and nudged Plane with her elbow. ‘How would you manage without that?’ Before Plane could reply, Mirage appeared on the horizon, waiting for the taxi driver to fetch her large suitcase. ‘There she is…’ Plane said, scanning the luggage. ‘How long did you say she’s staying?’  

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In the mid-afternoon, the café was fairly empty — not particularly popular with tourists, who often passed by without noticing the modest sign. The cozy interior and comfortable air temperature made it easy to relax and sink into casual conversation. Plane sprawled comfortably on the soft leather couch, admiring Nymphia and her cheeks stuffed with food like a little hamster. She rarely joined the conversation herself, letting Nymphia pour out a ton of information. Mirage didn’t lag behind, and the conversation sounded like birds chattering in a forest. Plane didn’t pay attention to the chatter and thought about how important Nymphia’s act had been in bringing her back to life. The complete release from cowardice happened when she revealed her soul and let memories flood in like seawater trapped in a wooden barrel. The choices Nymphia might make now were secondary — the recognition itself mattered. And Plane didn’t doubt that Nymphia would act wisely; at that moment, her own feelings overwhelmed her consciousness. ‘And you, Plane?’ Mirage asked. Plane snapped out of her thoughts, looking confused. ‘What, sorry?’ ‘I mean, do you like it here?’ Mirage clarified. ‘Yes, of course,’ Plane replied absentmindedly. ‘But I’ll need to get used to the climate.’ ‘For Christmas we could go to Yelena’s,’ Nymphia said, smacking her lips, ‘if you want snow.’ ‘I’ll think about it,’ Plane smiled, putting a canapé in her mouth as an excuse to return to her thoughts. They had been living together for almost a month, and Plane could confidently call it a honeymoon period. Nymphia had given up her old apartment, and they rented another, further from the ocean. They hadn’t paused their work, but they had adjusted their schedules to have time for themselves. Surprisingly, their managers didn’t show any dissatisfaction, as if understanding their situation, which felt unusual. In the new apartment, managing daily life was much easier — everything was shared, and no one could set their own rules. With passionate mornings, nights, and days, no one thought of shirking household duties. During lunch, they decided to go bowling and have a serious competition. Mirage, suddenly remembering past rivalries, aimed to beat Nymphia and finally win. Surprisingly, Plane got caught up in the excitement and rushed to choose a lane. After Nymphia kicked both of their asses again, they, trying not to show disappointment, decided to go to a club to celebrate their reunion. ‘Girls, I’m so glad you’re together again!’ Mirage exclaimed, wobbling to the music and trying not to spill her drink. ‘Your dramas really stressed me out.’ ‘As if you had nothing else to worry about,’ Plane waved off, squeezing Nymphia and sipping from her drink. ‘For me, it was a real tragedy,’ Mirage said, hand on her heart. ‘And it was unfair of you to involve me in your messy business. I couldn’t sleep at night.’ ‘Wait,’ Nymphia frowned. ‘You knew everything?’ She slammed her glass on the table, miraculously not breaking it. Plane smacked her forehead and shook her head. “Oh, Mirage. Couldn’t you just forget this?” ‘So you, Plane, told her the whole truth,’ Nymphia pointed at Mirage, ‘and you, Mirage, just stayed silent as if nothing happened.’ ‘Baby, you said yourself this event doesn’t matter to you,’ Plane said gently. ‘But it did matter to you! You even told Mirage everything, but with me, you didn’t have the courage or brains.’ ‘Both,’ Plane nodded, taking Nymphia’s hand. ‘But we’ve already dealt with all that, right?’ ‘Yes,’ Nymphia sighed. ‘If you ever, Mirage…’ ‘I understand,’ Mirage interrupted, taking a fresh glass. ‘You do what you want, I’ll keep drinking.’ ‘Who would doubt it…’ Plane muttered, joining her. Nymphia nodded, noticing that alcohol affected her, making her feel offended — not at Plane, whose issues were already resolved, but at a friend who knew about Plane’s behavior and stayed silent. But it was best not to bring it up, as discussing it would remind Plane of painful events and guilt. ‘I’m so happy we’re together again!’ Nymphia exclaimed, hugging both friends and starting to dance. Time neared midnight. Despite her experience with parties, Mirage, tired from travel, began to sway sleepily to the music, tipping one way then another. ‘I think it’s time to go home,’ Plane said in a tipsy voice, helping her up. ‘I can’t disagree,’ Nymphia hiccuped, still the soberest due to frequent dancing and rare returns to the table. ‘Calling a taxi.’ ‘To the hotel,’ Plane reminded, shaking Mirage. ‘Why go to a hotel in this relaxed state?’ Mirage stretched to full height. ‘Let’s save time and money and spend the night at your place, like the good old days.’ Plane shook her head at Nymphia, who nodded and returned to her phone. The trip was quick and easy. Once home, Nymphia and Plane looked at each other contentedly. Nymphia pulled off her T-shirt, kicked off her jeans on the way, and hopped on one leg into the bedroom. ‘I’m glad we managed to drop Mirage off at the hotel,’ she sighed, collapsing on the bed. ‘You know what this feels like?’ Plane asked with an intriguing smile, kneeling on the bed. ‘Like we passed our unruly cutie to grandparents so it wouldn’t disturb their parents relaxing alone.’ Nymphia laughed and gave Plane a mysterious look. ‘Now that you said it, I can’t help seeing Mirage as that little rascal — loved, but sometimes exhausting and tempting to hand off,’ she said. ‘Did you ever see her differently?’ Plane smirked, crawling closer. ‘Especially when she’s drunk and jumping around screaming nonsense. But now she’s sleeping peacefully… away from us… and can’t bother her parents.’ She blew hot breath onto Nymphia and hungrily lunged at her mouth, biting her lip. Nymphia let out a muffled squeal and lightly slapped her on the back. ‘I don’t mind taking a break from our cutie,’ Nymphia said, licking the blood from her lip as Plane pulled away from her, ‘but first, it wouldn’t hurt for us to take a shower. We’ve been at the club for a few hours, and you’ve spilled something on yourself besides…’ ‘Agreed,’ Plane said reluctantly, getting up. ‘But if you call Mirage cutie to her face, there will be consequences.’ ‘Which one of you, exactly?’ Nymphia asked teasingly. ‘I wouldn’t recommend checking,’ Plane replied seriously, heading toward the bathroom. ‘Are you joining me, or shall we delay the fun?’ ‘The second,’ Nymphia replied, resting her hands under her head and smiling.  

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When Nymphia stepped out of the shower, Plane had already dozed off, arms sprawled to the sides. Nymphia chuckled and climbed onto the bed, tossing her towel aside and settling onto Plane’s thighs. Plane opened her eyes and smiled hungrily. ‘Were these wide arms meant for me?’ Nymphia asked gently, wrapping her arms around Plane’s neck. ‘Who else?’ Plane squinted and moved her palms to Nymphia’s shoulder blades. ‘You were gone so long, I was starting to consider taking matters into my own hands.’ ‘Your hands are only allowed to touch me,’ Nymphia whispered, pressing her lips against hers, purring with pleasure. ‘Are we playing the dominance/submission game again?’ Plane asked, barely pulling away from Nymphia to catch her breath. ‘Only if you wish,’ she said, pointedly glancing at Plane’s pants. ‘I can take care of your release.’ Without waiting for a response, she lifted herself up and yanked at Plane’s pants, only to find nothing underneath. Before she could touch Plane’s body, Plane swiftly grabbed Nymphia and switched places with her. ‘I don’t want to be the one who always has to be pleased,’ she said directly into her ear, biting the earlobe. ‘Are you planning to bite me up today?’ Nymphia breathed out. ‘Mhm,’ Plane murmured, continuing to leave bites as she moved lower. Nymphia arched her back, allowing Plane to leave as many marks as possible on her pale skin. ‘Kitty, you’re not going to bite me, are you?’ Nymphia nervously asked feeling Plane’s hand on her cock. ‘No,’ Plane lifted her wild eyes. ‘I will suck long and greedily.’ ‘Alright then...’ Nymphia relaxed and trembled at the insatiability of the skilled mouth. Plane didn’t hesitate to stifle the moans that escaped her lips as she relentlessly licked and sucked Nymphia’s cock, which she often imagined despite the fact that she had made it her goal to forget her. Neighbors who couldn’t help but hear the constant moans were either completely deaf, or they were getting high by imagining careless neighbors, or they were holding on with all their might so as not to call the police. In any case, neither Nymphia nor Plane were going to shut their mouths unless it was part of the fun. Nymphia, also unable to restrain herself, felt that she lacked the usual fullness. She pulled Plane’s head toward her, and Plane  looked questioningly into her eyes. ‘Come here and turn around.’ Reluctantly, Plane pulled away and knelt down, placing her knees on either side of Nymphia’s head as she continued her task. She rapaciously grabbed Plane’s cock and swallowed, smacking her lips and trying to adjust to the general rhythm. The clock ticked unpleasantly, reminding them that it was already late at night, and they had to get up early in the morning to finally meet the plumber and fix the leaky faucet in the bathroom. Somewhere through the wall, a cup was dropped and shattered. The neighbor upstairs was switching channels. An ambulance passed outside, slicing through the silence of the night neighborhood. Nymphia felt her arm and neck begin to go numb, and a cough was beginning to come out of her throat, when Plane accidentally forgot herself and dropped critically low, almost skewering her. ‘Cutie, come on...’ she said softly, releasing the cock from her mouth. ‘Cutie has been sleeping in her bed for a long time, not knowing what her moms are doing,’ Plane grinned, turning her face and kissing Nymphia. ‘If you’re talking about Mirage, she understands perfectly,’ Nymphia said, briefly pulling away from Plane before diving back into the kiss. She lowered her hand, grabbing both cocks and jerking off insistently. The atmosphere grew tense, their breaths becoming more and more ragged, their hearts beating like a drum. All surrounding sounds vanished completely, and the entire world ceased to exist for them. ‘Fuck me,’ Nymphia rasped, sending the lube flying out of the drawer. ‘I wanted you to fuck me all evening. In the restroom, around the corner, or even in front of everyone. It didn’t matter where. I can’t just want you anymore, I need your cock deep in my ass.’ Plane let out a stunned whistle, ‘Baby, your mouth is full of dirty and inappropriate words. How did you manage to hide that from me?’ ‘This mouth only wants you. Your huge and delicious cock,’ Nymphia turned and began to rub her ass unrestrainedly against Plane’s cock. ‘You’d better decide where I’m more needed,’ Plane commented, still in a slight shock. ‘I want you everywhere,’ Nymphia moaned, skewering on Plane’s fingers. ‘I’d like to have your cock up my ass and in my mouth. I want you to fill me in completely.’ ‘Fuck,’ Plane exhaled. ‘What are you doing? My heart’s going to stop.’ Nymphia eagerly wrapped her hands around Plane’s cock, trying to replace her fingers with it. ‘Wait a second,’ Plane said. ‘I know you’re hiding something on your shelf.’ She headed for the closet, leaving Nymphia in a completely different world, fucking herself with her own fingers. Plane reached into a pile of makeup and pulled out a vibrator. ‘I see you didn’t bother with the size,’ Plane smirked, pressing it to her own cock. ‘I don’t need any other one. I only need you,’ Nymphia said languidly, not surprised by the discovery. ‘And why did you buy it in the first place?’ Plane asked, squeezing lube onto the dildo. ‘I really miss you when you’re off messing around with performances.’ ‘How impatient you are,’ Plane smiled, returned to Nymphia and began to slowly insert the vibrator into her. Nymphia grumbled disapprovingly, ‘This shit is so cold, unlike you.’ ‘Don’t worry,’ Plane smirked. ‘You’ll warm it up soon. Where’s the remote for this thing?’ she reached for the shelf again and, with a satisfied grin, returned with her second find. ‘How do you feel, baby?’ ‘I still miss you,’ Nymphia whispered, choking back a sob as soon as Plane pressed the button. ‘Well,’ Plane said, satisfied. ‘I’m already deep in your ass,’ she said, grabbing the vibrator and standing in front of Nymphia. ‘Do you still want to feel me in your throat?’ ‘More than anything in the world,’ Nymphia replied hoarsely and, wrapping her lips around Plane’s cock, began to suck actively, accompanying it with moans every time Plane made thrusts with the vibrator. ‘There,’ Plane said with satisfaction, putting her other hand on Nymphia’s shoulder. ‘I’m completely inside you, fucking you in both holes and begging you not to stop. You work so well, my love. You’re the best.’ She felt that her strength was running out and she wasn’t going to be able to do much more, but she wanted to be back where the foreign object that couldn’t completely replace Plane was currently working. ‘Put your hands back in their places,’ Plane ordered as Nymphia reached for her cock. ‘Not yet. And I think it’s time for this friend to finish his work.’ She pulled out the dildo and, taking the cock out of the mouth of displeased Nymphia, abruptly entered the prepared ass. Nymphia whined with pleasure and felt two fingers in her mouth. She sucked and licked them greedily, like a lollipop. Plane moaned, drowning in passion, and jerked Nymphia’s cock, leaving bites on the neck and shoulders. It seemed like the neighbor upstairs had turned up the volume, and a dog started barking behind the wall. Nymphia could probably hear every rustle, being tightly pressed against the wall, but it didn’t matter, and her mind didn’t process the external noise. With one hard, precise thrust, she jerked and came into Plane’s fist, biting her fingers and squeezing her from the inside out. Plane plunged into the thrill and came after with a loud, vulgar moan. ‘That was unforgettable, cutie,’ Nymphia turned around and hung herself around Plane’s neck, whose legs almost gave way. ‘When you call me that, I think of Mirage,’ Plane replied with a frown, wiping her palm on her thigh, and pulled her girlfriend toward the bed. ‘And how often do you think about her?’ Nymphia narrowed her eyes and fell onto the bed. ‘When I’m about to drink,’ Plane chuckled, settling beside her and pulling her closer. ‘It’d be better to get up and take a shower, instead of ruining the sheets,’ Nymphia commented, watching as Plane pulled the blanket over herself, trying to wipe the stain from her thigh, but stopped under her intense gaze. ‘It’d be better to fuck you a couple more times and bite your small and cheeky ass.’ ‘We have to get up early tomorrow, forgot?’ ‘Oh, this married life,’ Plane grumbled, feeling her own eyes start to close. ‘Hey, don’t go to sleep!’ Nymphia sat up and slapped her with a pillow. ‘Let’s go take a shower. You can also bite me wherever you want.’ Plane instantly opened her eyes and, without wasting any time, got up and pulled her beloved along.