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“Damian would fucking kill me if he knew I was seeing you like this.” Janis breathes into Regina’s ear as her fingertips grip bruises into her thigh, hitching it up around her waist.
“Good thing this isn’t my actual dress then,” Regina is a mess against this wall; her head keeps falling back against it as Janis’ fingers curl inside her. “He’d really kill you then.”
“Mmm it’s really not my fault I can’t keep my hands off of you,” The heel of Janis’ hand keeps bumping against Regina’s clit and it’s sending her into the clouds already.
“Whose fault is it then?” Regina asks, and all she can do is hold on to Janis’ arms as she works her closer and closer to the edge. She always cums embarrassingly quickly in Janis’ arms.
“Oh it’s yours.” Janis says and then attaches her lips to Regina’s jaw.
“Fuck Jan-Janis,” Regina whimpers and then she falls over the edge, shivering in Janis’ arms as she squeezes around her fingers.
Janis smirks against her cheek as Regina comes down from her high, her legs shaking where she stands. She slips her fingers out of Regina’s core and wipes them on the thigh that’s hitched up around her waist. “Just wait until tomorrow night.”
Regina lets out a breathless little laugh, her head still back against the wall and brilliant blue eyes still closed. “If we even have the energy after everything.”
“I’ll always have the energy to fuck you, Reg.” Janis purrs, dragging her teeth against the taller girl’s jaw. “Especially on our wedding night.”
“What happened to ‘fuck traditions’?” Regina teases, carding her fingers through the tangle of Janis’ hair.
“That only applies when the traditions suck,” Janis answers and then drops to her knees, Regina’s leg falling over her shoulder as she pushes her skirt up around her hips. “But if you really don’t want me to go down on you in your dress…”
“Some traditions are fine.” Regina agrees, “some traditions are great .”
Janis smirks up at her and then nips lightly at her creamy and bruised inner thigh, “How much longer do you think we have until Gretchen and Karen realize you’re not at your bachelorette party anymore?”
Regina tangles her fingers in Janis’ hair and pulls her face against her center, sighing out as Janis’ tongue gets to work, “They definitely already know.”