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Love was thrown on the couch of her trailer, waiting for Milk to be freed from the staff. She had already finished her photos and had nothing else to do on set but wait for her girlfriend. It could be boring as hell for anyone, but Love was so exhausted after a week of work. Especially since it had been a week of work without Milk.

Her girlfriend had spent most of the week traveling abroad with Calvin Klein. Love was obviously very proud of her- she made sure to be the one to say it the most to her, it being through the phone or in person the second they met.

But it was also so annoying.

She was missing Milk like hell. Just a couple of days without her already felt like torture, but a whole week? And a whole week seeing Milk pose wearing those sports bras, open jackets with no shirt underneath? Or even worse… wearing just underwear, those tight boxers hugging her perfect frame?

That was too much. Because Love always missed her girlfriend when she was away, but she spent the last week crawling up the walls, counting the seconds until Milk got back. That girl was too damn hot for her own good, and Love felt like she would combust if she had to spend even just one hour without being touched by her. 

It certainly didn’t help that the first mutual schedule they had was Girl Rule’s fitting pics, and their stylist surely knew what she was doing. Milk’s character should be a womanizer, someone who got her way into every girl’s pants, and the outfit they picked out for her was precisely that. 

“You look dangerously good in these…” Love had whispered to Milk while they were taking photos as Sasha and Gorya, posing on the couch. She was glad nobody could hear her thoughts right now, because they all circled back to putting that tie to good work.

“You too loverrukk…” Milk said, her model face perfectly composed. Then, she turned to Love and gave a small smirk, something that’d fit for Sasha’s character, but Love was well aware that it was all Milk. “I’m glad my pants are a bit oversized, otherwise everyone would see how I think you look hot with this pretty skirt.”

Sometimes, it was hard working with Milk. Of course, it was amazing to work with her girlfriend, and the non-stop teasing when everyone thought they were just getting in character was fun, but sometimes Love felt like she was on the verge of losing control over it. Like in that moment, on the couch. She had to use all of her self control not to move her hand and feel Milk under those trousers.

Which was why she was laying on a trailer couch instead of just going home and waiting for Milk there. She wanted her girl as soon as she stepped out of the set.

And luckily, that was just now.

The door opened slowly, and Milk stepped in even slower. She had her eyes closed, as if she was sleep walking, and her hair was somehow a mess. Love was sure that just a few minutes ago it must’ve been the most perfect hair in Thailand, each strand perfectly adjusted by their crew. But Milk was known for being unable to keep her model persona after the lights were shut off, and her hair followed that. Love still thought that was way prettier than the polished up version of her. 

“Why did it take you so long?” Love complained, already pouting. She loved playing silly to get babied, and she had spent almost seven days without getting that. She’d make the most. 

Milk’s eyes opened, surprised, and the laziness seemed to vanish from her face as she smiled at her girlfriend, sitting on the edge of the couch with her arms crossed and the cutest pout ever on her mouth. 

“Love! I didn’t know you were waiting for me here.” Milk busied herself to lock the door and threw herself on the same couch, now full of energy. She pulled Love by the hand, making the smaller girl giggle as she landed on top of her, her small body fitting perfectly over Milk’s. “Aw, it’s so good to finally do this again. I missed you like crazy back in New York.”

It was indeed very good to cuddle with her love, but Love’s mind- and body- was still stuck on something else. 

“Hey!” She tapped on Milk’s arm, making her actually look at her. “Why did you change clothes already?”

“Well, I had to leave Sasha’s fit with the stylist… you know that.” Milk narrowed her eyes, trying to catch the vibes of Love’s words. “Why do you ask?”

Love raised her eyebrows, looking innocently around the trailer, while her hands wandered down Milk’s sides.

“I don’t know… I guess I just wanted some more time with you dressed in that suit and tie.” She smirked, leaning down to kiss Milk’s neck. As soon as her lips touched the skin there, Love felt Milk grabbing her waist- Milk’s hands were so big she could almost close them around her waist. The thought alone made her shiver. “And the slacks… you said they were hiding something.”

Milk chuckled, the laugh coming already husky from her throat.

“And you want to find out what it was?” She pulled Love closer, their bodies warm against each other. “Maybe you can figure it out yourself.” As if the mischief in her voice wasn’t enough, Milk guided one of Love’s hands to the space between them, lower and lower, until she was touching the unmistakable volume under Milk’s sweatpants. 

Love bit into Milk’s neck, groaning before raising her head to look at her girlfriend as she traced the outline of her cock against the fabric.

“You’re telling me you were like this while we were taking photos?” Her eyes were lost, moving from Milk’s eyes, having fun in the way they darkened with each word, and her lips, feeling hungry like she had been starving for a week- and in a way, she was. “I was fully clothed, just posing next to you, and you got this hard?” She moved her hand up and down the bulge now, amazed at how Milk kept growing thicker and harder. “And when I see those photos getting viral… I’ll have to remember your dick was aching for me?”

Love was so lost in her lust she didn’t even care they were still on set, technically. She just wanted Milk right here and now.

She also didn’t expect the girl to move her hand away and sit up, breaking the spell Love thought they were under. 

“I have something to show you!” Milk said, grinning, like she wasn’t rock hard under her pants right now. Love was sure. She had felt it. 

The girl was so confused she didn’t even manage to answer properly, just let out  a confused groan.

“It’s outside. I bought  a new car after my trip, and I wanted to give you a ride.” Milk smiled broadly, pinching Love’s cheek. “Also, we need to leave the set and go somewhere private, don’t you think?”

Maybe that was her way of saying she wanted to take Love home and wreck her the way she was almost begging to be wrecked. That was the only reason Love could imagine making Milk stop when she was literally on top of her, about to jerk her off when she was already hard- and had been hard for a while, considering what she had said. 

Still, it was weird as fuck. 

“I… I guess I’d like that.” Love tried to make sense of her words, her mind still foggy with need. “You’ll take me home today, then?” She winked, falling back into her teasing mode. She wouldn’t finish this day without getting some action from her girlfriend, or else she’d explode. 

“I will.” Milk gently pushed Love off of her, sitting normally on the couch now. “But first you need to let me calm down so I can appear in public, okay?”

Love looked down at Milk’s lap, the unmistakable erection there. She wanted to do so many things with that, but they’d have to wait until they got home apparently.

“Okay Miw… I’ll be waiting in the parking lot, okay?” Love stood up and kissed Milk’s forehead, her hand quickly brushing on top of her shaft again, just reminding her of how good her touch was. 

Milk was left on the couch, trying to compose herself. 

*

“Did I take too long?” Milk asked, back to her bright and bubbly ways. Love had to admit that, as much as her thoughts were very much mature since their fitting, seeing Milk’s goofy smile melted her. She loved this girl very dearly, apart from any sexual urges. Also, definitely with them. 

“Yes, you did.” Love reached out to cross arms with the taller girl, rubbing her head on the girl’s shoulder. “Any time without you is too long, and you’ve already been away for over a week!” 

Love pouted, remembering how deeply she had missed Milk. There was some feeling of longing that stayed with her for a few days after her girlfriend was back.

“I’m back for you, okay?” Opposing what she just said, Milk scooted away from Love’s body, excitedly running in front towards what Love could only guess was her new car. “Look! I’ve been thinking about showing you this since I decided to buy it!” 

Love wasn’t a big fan of cars. As far as she knew, neither was Milk. But this girl was grinning so large that Love didn’t have the heart to react with nothing less than clapping and squealing as if she was truly excited. Sometimes, it paid off being an actress. A little acting to make her girl happy wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“Oh my god! Milk!” She walked over and ran a finger over the car’s hood. It was pretty, the was no denying it, and Milk apparently used some kind of special paint so it looked like it had a shiny powder on top of it. Love had to gather all her car knowledge to keep up with her act. “It’s a sports car, right?” 

And thank god that was right, which set Milk off to blab about the car, opening the door for Love to enter while doing so. Her girlfriend was obviously excited, yapping about all the cool and special features she paid extra to ge. The car was fast, was a special edition, maybe it had gained a few trophies about cars since it got released. Love wasn’t sure what Milk was talking about anymore, but she let the girl talk because anytime Milk was this cheerful it was the cutest thing in the world. 

While her girlfriend ranted about cars, Love was focused on how good she looked doing so. She always thought Milk looked cool, but there was something else about her driving. Her side profile was definitely unbeatable: the curve of her nose, the way her face hollowed where her eyes rested, her raven hair framing it all perfectly. Love had spent the first years of their partnership looking at Milk whenever they were standing next to each other, trying to find out exactly what was so exquisite about that face that hypnotized her. 

Turns out she didn’t have to know. She just had to let go of the doubt and let herself enjoy how lucky she was to have Milk beside her. First as a work partner, now as a life one. 

After they really got together, Love had learnt to admire other parts of Milk’s body. Now that she had full access to that absurd physique, she couldn’t pay attention only to her, once again, perfect profile. Milk was strong. Strong enough to lift her up whenever she wanted to, it being during fan meets or steamy make out sessions. That made her body look like a carved sculpture. Love had spent countless hours tracing each part of that art piece with gentle and curious fingers- also sometimes with a hungry and impatient mouth. 

So now, she could look at Milk, all covered up in those sweats set, and know from vivid memory how she looked underneath it.

Love was, more specifically, staring at Milk’s arm reaching for the steering wheel. Her hoodie was bunched to the elbow, in the way Milk liked the most to wear while she was driving- she said it made her arms more free to work. Love didn’t have any problem with that, it only gave her more skin and muscle to look at. In some stupid way, even the way Milk’s fingers curled around the wheel was attractive. Maybe because it was a way of showing control and confidence.

Or maybe it was because Love had one too many memories about what those fingers could do to her. They way they curled and tensed around the wheel, the strong grip whenever she was entering a specially closed turn… Love started to feel her breath come harder remembering those exact movements inside of her.

That train of thought was already dangerous enough, already creating effects on Love’s body. Whoever said imagination didn’t have an effect on real life was full of shit. She could feel her body warming up and her panties growing damp just with her memories of times passed and ideas of what to do next. 

It was that simple. Just Milk exciting next to her, and Love would feel depraved. 

Speaking of, as she let her eyes wander through that amazing body, Love had the most depraved thought she ever had. 

Milk had gone quiet, just nodding her head to the rhythm of the song coming from the radio. Needless to say, Love had no idea what the hell was playing right now. 

But she had many ideas about the sight right next to her. Just like she knew Milk’s arm and fingers, she also knew very well other parts of her body. And if she was wet just from thinking about them, she was sure she could make Milk have at least some reaction with the right motivation.

“Baby?” Love almost purred, her hand sneaking to cover Milk’s on the console. Just by the tone of her voice, Milk already side-eyed her, ready for something to come of out Love’s mouth. Love giggled, happy to know her girlfriend knew her so well. “Don’t look at me like that. I was just going to tell you something I’ve been thinking of.” 

Milk smirked, chuckling low. She nodded and moved her hand- Love was initially annoyed that she let go of her, but when that big ass hand landed on her thigh, all of her complaints were gone. Somehow, Milk had only gotten hotter: one hand on the steering wheel, guiding the car, the other on Love’s thigh, guiding her thoughts to places even darker. 

“Of course my love. Share them with me.” Milk said with such a deep and calm voice that Love had to bite her lip before answering. She knew it was ridiculous, she was getting turned on by something she had created herself. Milk was probably, at least until now, completely unaware of the storm going on in Love’s mind and body. But it was really, really real and urgent. 

“You looked so good during the fitting today… I think it’s gonna be really hard for me to go through Girl Rule’s filming…” Love knew she sounded ridiculous, dragging the words to make sure Milk knew what she meant. “Do you think it’ll be hard for you too?”

She saw Milk shake her head a little bit, before letting out a humorous chuckle. She was laughing. Love was here, worried she’d stain the seat of Milk’s new car with her arousal, and Milk was fucking laughing. 

“Oh loverrukk, if you keep talking like that I’m sure it’ll be hard. In many ways.” Her hand squeezed slightly over Love’s thigh, and she didn’t even try to hold back the sigh that left her lips. “Good thing we have our own ways of making things more… pleasurable, right?”

Well, if Milk was in the dirty talk, Love wasn’t going to be the one to back off. Her mind was full of ideas. 

“Exactly babe.” She grinned and scooted to the edge of her seat, trying to be as close to Milk as it was possible, giving the layout of the car. Her hand travelled from Milk’s hand over her leg all the way to her shoulder, a gentle touch meant to make the girl shiver a little. “But I have to be honest, after what you said to me wearing that suit… If you had given me the chance, I’d have pulled you to the bathroom and sucked you off right there.” 

Maybe that was too reckless, because Love noticed the car direction wobbled a little- but it never left the right lane, still going smoothly for anyone who wasn’t paying close attention to Milk’s movements.

The taller girl just hummed- Love knew what this was. Milk was probably trying to control her answers, afraid of steering Love on.

What she didn’t know was that Love intentionally crossed some lines. 

“And what you did backstage too… that was too mean. Letting me feel you, but pulling away just when it was getting interesting…” Now her hand travelled downwards, clearly choosing a path to brush over Milk’s breasts, pressing harder on the way down her stomach- Love loved those abs-, before resting on her sweatpants, already moving to start stroking Milk’s member. “My mind is still on that, you know. On how fast you were growing harder for me…” 

She could see Milk biting her lower lip, once again trying to control her reactions.

But Love herself had already crossed the control line, so she had to make sure Milk would tag along with her. 

“Since you didn’t actually let me do anything, my mind is wandering around all the possibilities, you know?” One of the things she had learnt was that being an actress was really useful for times like these- she knew exactly how to use her voice and her facial expression to press Milk further. That, and also the way she had learnt to touch Milk to drive her crazy. “I keep thinking of the idea of you hard under those pants suits, the director making us film intimate scenes… They wouldn’t know how hard I’d be holding back from grinding on you in camera.”

Milk’s grip on her thigh tightened at the same pace as her member grew harder under Love’s touch. Even though she couldn’t feel it directly, she luckily knew Milk’s body well enough to imagine vividly how it must look now- half hard, but already growing thicker, the veins starting to show up. But she also knew there was a lot more Milk could give her. 

The girl wasn’t even shivering yet.

“Or maybe they’d make us shoot sex scenes… and we’d have to make sure the covers were actually covering all of our lower bodies… Because I know for sure I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if I felt you hard under those.” Milk’s sweatpants were already becoming tighter from the volume growing. Love giggled, amused at the effect she had on her girlfriend. “Or maybe… it could help with our acting, you know? If you got a little too methodical during the scenes and actually touched me.” She squeezed her hand slightly, feeling how thick Milk was already. “It’d be way easier to look flushed and moan on camera if you were working on me. It would look as dirty as my thoughts are right now.”

From how close she was, Love could see Milk swallowing, her Adam's apple moving up and down, the veins on her neck also popping out from how hard she was holding back. Love didn’t want her to hold back at all. She was a girl on a mission. 

“But that’s not even the worst idea…” She was now using a much lighter touch, just tracing the outline of Milk’s now fully hardened cock, feeling the shape of it. “You didn’t even let me touch you when we were in private… I was so, so hungry for you, Miw.” Milk’s hand on the steering wheel was almost breaking the damn thing, her knuckles white from the strength. Love was glad her girlfriend was amazing enough to keep driving while she pretty much destroyed her at the same time. “I was already ready to slip my hand under your pants, touch this fucking delicious cock directly.” She leaned over to whisper the last words, letting her hot breath warm Milk’s ear, letting it become redder than ever before. 

Love nibbled at her earlobe, considering if it was safe enough to cross the next line. Her fingers were now circling where Milk’s head was, feeling the dampness of what could only be the first beads of precum coming out of her girlfriend. 

“I’m still very much hungry, Miw.” She was aware her voice sounded like a siren now, pulling Milk under the most delicious danger. Her girlfriend was keeping her composure perfectly well so far, pumping the gas more and more, as if she was in a hurry to get home. 

But Love wasn’t interested in waiting that much. 

“Do you think you can keep driving while I fulfill my needs, baby?”

Milk’s only answer was to squeeze Love’s thigh, her eyes wild on the road, darker than the night itself. It was clear by her body language that Milk was trying- and now, failing- to keep at least a little control. Which was good, because Love definitely didn’t want them to crash and die. 

But she did want to taste Milk right now.

Also, she was definitely in for a little danger during sex. 

“Well.” She moved her hand just a bit, just enough to hook her fingers on the sweatpant's elastic, leaning back a little to look at Milk’s face better. Her mouth was already parted, pupils blown wide. And Love hadn’t even touched her yet. At least she was sure the girl wanted this as much as her- maybe even less. “As I told you, I’ve been having these thoughts for too long…” She slowly pulled the waistband down, noticing how Milk didn’t even mention to stop her. “And I don’t think I can wait until we get home.”

Milk’s face was static, her eyes fixed on the road, jaw locked in the way she always did when she was too angry- or, in this case, too turned on to work. Love smirked, and she was well aware this was the dirtiest smile she could have on her face. Milk had some kind of way of turning her wicked, like she had never been before.

As in, Love never thought she’d ever be leaning down to kiss the tip of her girlfriend’s dick while she was still driving, but that’s exactly what she was doing right now.

And fuck, Milk tasted so good.

Love knew she had tasted this times and times before. She knew the exact taste, the temperature, the size of Milk’s penis. But she could never get enough. Every time she had the chance to touch the girl, put her mouth on her or- even better- feel her inside, it was like a whole new world was opening up for her. A world made only of pleasure and lust. 

Also, she really liked the idea of exploring new ways of getting there with Milk. Oral sex in the car? This one, they had never done before.

Love licked the head slowly, hanging her tongue out so she could swirl around it, memorizing each line, the texture, the smoothness. She had teased Milk enough through her pants to get some beads of precum coming out, and it was glorious to feel them spreading around as she licked. The vision from down there was also exquisite: the waistband pulled low enough just so Milk was exposed, and the position let Love see all of Milk’s length. From up close. 

She was beautiful, perfectly thick to fill her up in a way she never knew was possible, long enough to touch her in all the right places without hurting. She had countless memories of Milk taking her to the brink of sanity from the buzz that went through her body when she was fucking rentlessly in and out of her. She was well aware that this girl right there, with that killer model body, was the best girlfriend she could ever have, the best lover she ever met during her 25 years of life.

And now, in a dirty impulse, was her moment of giving all that back. 

Love wanted to perform her best in this damn sports car.

So she reached back, tying her hair in a chaotic ponytail, making sure her hair was out of the way. All of the while, she didn’t take her eyes off Milk's dick, twitching, standing big and proud, as if it knew how much Love was hungry for it. It looked hungry as well, even angry somehow. Maybe it was angry from all the teasing. Love was pretty sure she had what it takes to handle that. 

With her hair secured, Love dove in again, tongue out once more to feel Milk as close as possible. She used one hand to grip at the base, giggling softly once she noticed her hand was too small to even close around it. Lucky her. 

She used her grip to direct the organ towards her mouth, as her tongue darted out to swirl around the tip once more, savouring the salty taste of Milk’s arousal, before tracing its way down, caressing lightly, not even properly touching. She felt the bumps that came from the veins, remembering how each of them felt inside of her, scratching her walls. But now, it was her who was deciding which little part of Milk’s to feel, in the pace she wanted. Once her tongue met her hand, Love changed strategies. 

She flattened her tongue, now properly licking Milk. She licked up, chasing the veins, the change of texture, feeling the blood pulse against her. Her hand followed, starting to pump Milk slowly, using her own spit as lube, humming along the movement. 

She looked up, searching for Mik’s eyes. Her Adam apple was moving once again, swallowing hard. SHe knew that, in a normal scenario, Milk would’ve closed her eyes by now. But she couldn’t, she had to drive. Her left hand was still on the steering wheel, perfectly controlling the direction. Right hand was still on Love’s thigh, almost trapped as the smaller girl was bending over her. She knew that even if Milk wasn’t looking directly at her, she could still see her from her peripheral vision. So she smiled, full teethy smile, happy to feel this dirty. 

Love held that gaze for a few seconds, hand still moving slowly, up and down, just keeping Milk right there, making sure she was still hard for her, ready to be taken. 

So she dove to take her in her mouth.

Lips parted now, Love kissed the tip first. An open mouthed kiss, letting her lips roll around the head. Her tongue moved against the little hole, satisfied to feel how wet it was. 

Then, she used her grip on the base to tilt it, making it easier to take more of Milk’s length. She moved with intention, but calm. Her head moved downward just an inch, before moving up again. She never got too far, just enough so her lips were pump around the head, and then she moved, taking more, tongue exploring around it. 

She got to a point where it was starting to sting a little, making her open her mouth more than she was used to. But it was such a good feeling, she couldn’t even describe it as hurting. Just like it was good to feel herself getting opened by Milk’s dick plunging inside of her, the sting on her lips felt like some kind of trophy for her work. It was just what her mouth was made to do. Worship Milk. Give her pleasure. She liked talking very much, but she wouldn’t complain if she had to use her mouth just for this, for the rest of her life.

In that moment, Love was pretty sure her mouth had only been created as another hole for Milk to fuck her. 

She was still going slowly, lost between the physical pleasure of the cock inside her mouth and the way her mind was dirtier than what was happening here. At one point, she had to still her movements, letting her throat adjust to the way it stretched her inside. She wanted to fit all of Milk inside her mouth just like she did inside her pussy. She had to. So she stilled for a few seconds, opening her eyes to see how close she was to the base. Her hand there, holding Milk in place, almost there. With a deep breath through her nose, Love moved back, scratching it slightly with her teeth, sucking by the time she reached the tip, and then moved just a tiny bit faster, taking her all in. 

Her lips touched the base, nose brushing against Milk’s belly. It was big, and somehow it was all inside Love’s mouth. She could feel it twitching inside of her, starting to leak again. Even if her lips were swollen and bruised by the effort, they somehow stretched even more into a smirk. 

And then, she heard Milk moan.

The girl had somehow kept her composure for this long, but the feeling of Love enveloping her fully, having all of her inside her mouth, seemed to be too much. 

Love thought for a second that she enjoyed this more when she was on her knees in front of Milk, being able to look up at her. She even enjoyed the roleplay of it all, being submitted to Milk in the most obscene way possible. Unfortunately, in this position she wasn’t able to see her girlfriend. 

But there was something else about not seeing each other. She couldn’t see Milk’s control breaking, and Milk couldn’t see all the dirty looks and mischievous grins Love was naturally letting out. But they could hear each other. They could feel each other. And somehow that was even hotter.

Love just had to make Milk moan again. Louder. Harder. 

So she pulled back, grinning, practically chucklying. Now she had even more energy, more desire, more want. Once she was kissing the head, she sucked on it, bobbing her head in small movements, up and down, sucking every time she reached the tip. Each time, Love used her tongue to touch the little hole on Milk’s dick, hungry for more. She could already see the mess they’d make in Milk’s new car, the way Milk’s cum would stain the brand new seats, in a way that every time she was driving she had to remember what Love did to her there. Maybe that would be enough for Milk to arrive home hard everyday. 

Love was having fun, the dirtiest fun possible. 

After a few strokes, more bobs, more licking and feeling the head of Milk’s dick hit the back of her throat, the car was definitely a mess of wet sounds, heavy breaths and whimpers. It was delightful to moan around Milk’s cock, like Love was sending her own pleasure through Milk’s body, her moans and the way they vibrated being something more to swell Milk all the way. The way her dick was twitching inside her mouth, it was obvious Milk was getting close. 

Love moved all the way up, letting the head pop out of her mouth for the first time since she started. She placed a peck there, and couldn’t resist just one more lick, before whispering.

“Plase, Miw. Come for me.” Sadly she couldn’t use her boba eyes for this one.

But they weren’t needed. Maybe it was her tone, maybe it was the nickname, or maybe it was the fact that Milk had already been holding back through all of that- and also, the whole day being hard under that fucking suit-, but something broke inside of her. 

The hand that had been resting on Love’s thigh moved for the first time, releasing itself from the way they were tangled, and came to rest on the back of Love’s head. That bigass hand, fingers spread in the way she had complete control over Love. At first, Milk just caressed her over the hair, and Love closed her eyes, happy to feel cherished after giving her best performance to her girlfriend. 

But, once again, she couldn’t see Milk. She couldn’t see the way Milk was panting, her chest moving up, sweat running down her temples, her mouth parted leaving space for all the sins in the world to get inside. 

If Love had seen it, maybe she would’ve been able to prepare for what was to come. 

Milk’s hand on the back of Love’s head pushed her down as her hips snapped up, making Love literally choke on her cock. Like most things on that drive, it was sinful, dirty, and perfect.

Love had never felt so happy about gagging. 

“Fuck.” Milk moaned, and Love could only moan back, lips still stretched around Milk’s dick. “I want to come for you.” Milk held her in place, hips snapping, moving, pushing in and out of her mouth. “I need… fuck, Love.” Love could feel her girlfriend’s hand trembling, and it was obvious the car was leaning to the sides a little. “I need to come. Please, please.” 

Love tried to move with Milk, bobbing her head to make her strokes around her girlfriend’s cock longer, touching more of the sensitive skin, flattening her tongue on the underside, enjoying the way the bigger vein pulsed and her dick swelled more with each second. Milk’s pace was erratic now, hips chasing deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside her throat that made her choke and moan at the same time. 

Milk was fully fucking her mouth now, moaning loudly as she kept driving. Her dick pumped inside Love’s mouth as her foot pumped the gas, driving Love wild and them far, far away. Now, even though she wasn’t on her knees, Love felt used. Just a hole, being used by Milk to chase her pleasure. And it was so, so good. She loved being used by Milk. She was born to be used by Milk, to be just a hole for her to fuck. She wanted this, she wanted to be used, to feel Milk come warm and hard inside her mouth. Love moaned around her dick again, which only made Milk trust faster and harder. 

“Your mouth is so good.” Milk tried to say between moans, starting to lose herself in the process. “My… dirty… girlfriend.” Her fingers threaded through Love’s hair, now pulling slightly. “So good to me… such a pretty…” Love could feel her trembling, and doubled her effort. “Fuck! A pretty little mouth.” 

Love heard the sound of the tired screeching, the car coming to a sudden stop, as Milk’s body stilled, locked, and the first spurs of cum invaded her throat. 

“Fuck!” Milk’s head fell on top of the steering wheel, her body trembling now. She kept trusting up, pumping inside of Love’s mouth as she chased more, ropes after ropes of cum painting Love’s mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Love moaned as Milk still pushed her cock inside of her, clearly out of control, moving because her body wanted, because she couldn’t take it anymore. 

She exploded, and Love tried to swallow it all. She was greedy, didn’t want to waste any of Milk’s cum. It was sacred for her, a special kind of honey only she was allowed to taste. But as Milk kept coming, twitching inside of her mouth, it became too much, and it started leaking through her lips, down her chin. 

Love moved her head, letting Milk’s dick spring free, licking around her lips so she could save every drop. As she did that, the last spurs of Milk’s release hit her face, making her pretty and perfect face as dirty as her mind was the whole day. Love felt sticky, but it was so good she giggled. Milk was still thrown over the wheel, spent and finally relaxed. Love relished the moment to lean down again, licking the rest of release that was left around Milk’s dick. She placed chaste kisses there, just a touch of lips, letting her know she was cherished, adored. 

Milk eventually lifted her head again, letting it thump against the headrest. She breathed deeply in and out, and it turned into a faint chuckle. After, it became an honest to god laugh, and Love moved her body to look at her girlfriend now.

“You’re… laughing?” She frowned, but she was already chuckling along. “I just gave you the best head this road has ever seen… and you’re laughing at me? Really?” 

Milk tried to stop laughing and opened her eyes to look at Love, who was sitting there with bruised lips, some cum spread around her face and a stupid smile forming on her mouth. That broke Milk again into laughter, and this time Love followed her, both of them breathless again in no time. 

“Oh god, I can’t believe we actually did that.” Milk said, hiccuping between words. “This was so…” She had to control her breathing to speak. “So horny teenager of you. Of us!” 

Love giggled and nodded along.

“It was…” She shook her head, pointing at Milk’s now softened dick. “But it is your fault for having that thing hard against me the whole day.” 

“I didn’t see you complaining when it was inside your mouth, loverrukk.” Milk joked, giving her a dirty smirk. 

“Hey!” Love smacked her arm. “The lust is over, okay, don’t say things like that or I’ll get embarrassed." 

Milk rolled her eyes, seeing her girlfriend blushing because of that one comment, after doing all that just minutes before. 

“Okay baby, I won’t tease you.” She leaned in, stopping just a breath away from Love’s face. “Especially because I really enjoyed it.”

“Oh I know.” Love nodded, her boba eyes now finally at work. “It’s written all over my face.”

Milk threw her head back, laughing again. 

“Oh no, poor baby.” She reached for the console, pulling a pack of tissues out. “Let me clean you before we head home, my love.”

Love grabbed her wrist, wicked smile back at her lips. 

“Only if you promise me you’ll make me dirty all over again, okay?”