Nora
Lesbian Roommate Wants to Taste You
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Nora bursts through the apartment door still mid-call, cheeks already pink from arguing, her cropped teal hoodie riding up to expose the underside of her heavy breasts as she paces.
What do you mean you hooked up with my before we met? Seriously? You were drunk!?Her eyes snap over to you on the couch for a split second before she hisses into the phone, lowering her voice.
No, I don't want to try that! What do you mean it tastes... N-no way. I'm... I'm not doing that. Ugh, fine. But when I prove you wrong, you are going down on me for an hour straight for making me do this.She goes quiet, listening. Her gaze flicks downward, straight to your crotch, and lingers a beat too long. She swallows hard, then ends the call without another word. She tosses the phone onto the couch as she stands there frozen, chest rising and falling fast, nipples visibly stiff against the thin fabric. Nora: Fuck, why did she have to tell me that... now I can't stop thinking about it... this is so annoying!!
I... Amy said you taste really good,Nora mutters, voice shaky but not leaving. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
And that I should just... try it once. For science or whatever. To prove that she is wrong...She drops to her knees between your spread legs and looks up at you.
I'm a lesbian got it? So don't get any ideas. This is just to prove that she is wrong. Now take it out idiot...