It isn’t a feeling of pain this time, but rather the pleasure that only a size queen like Yari could enjoy. This time, Hazen doesn’t play around. Instead, she curls her fingers inside her girlfriend’s body, forming that strong fist, her domineering glare matching the panting, lust-filled gasp of submissiveness beneath her.

And the dominant starts pounding, her fist spreading Yari wide, making her thrash about. The bulge of that arm goes deeper and deeper into her, spreading out her stomach. She screams, thrashing about, the delight and, yes, even pain, sending her spasming and squirming all about. There’s nothing that she can do to control herself. Yari is a writhing mess as her insides are pistoned, over and over again, by the loving aggression of her outstanding and fantastic lover.

It’s when Yari’s body, finally overwhelmed completely from the assault, begins to convulse and contract around Hazen’s arm that Haz yanks her hand back out, pulling herself like a rip cord from her lover, leaving her hand dripping, sopping wet from the debauched bottom’s discharge.

Yari lies sprawled upon the bed, dripping and drooling, head lying on its side, one eye staring up at Hazen, her chest rising and falling in great, big, needful gasps.

Hazen takes her towel and pats off her hand, nodding. “Yep, that was all too easy. Did ya have fun, Yar?”

Yari nods. It is a slow, deliberate, and exhausting thing.”

“Good,” says Hazen, tossing the soiled towel over to Yari.

Yari grabs it, rubbing herself against it—that mixture of scents between herself and her lover. It is the most wondrous sensation, and she must remember it.

“Now, it’s my turn,” Hazen says. She climbs up onto the bed, resting her back against the headboard. Spreading her legs, she sits with one foot on the mattress and the other dangling off the edge. With one arm draped over her knee and the other resting behind her head, she’s fully exposed before Yari, her breasts, her curves, and most importantly, her pussy, right there in front of Yari.

“Eat me out, love,” Hazen says. It’s a command and one she knows her lover will obey. “Just go to town, and don’t back down.”

Yari whimpers, her energy so low, but the wafting scent of the desire coming from Hazen pushes her up. She crawls over to her love and grabs onto her thighs, and with a renewed purpose and energy, she dives right in, pressing her snout up against the slit of her fantastic lover. She rubs her nose right up against Hazen, then opens her maw wide, so vast that she clamps against Hazen.

Hazen laughs, moving her hand from her knee to the back of Yari’s head, petting and scritching her girlfriend. “You’re so sexy when you do as you’re told. Who would have thought such a shy girl could be so lewd? But I said, eat me out. Where’s the tongue? Aaah, there it is,” she says, closing her eyes and leaning back against the wall.

Yari’s tongue lashes up and down along the slit, quivering in delight at the taste. All the while, Haz’s sex quivers in anticipation.

Yari’s tongue penetrates into her, deep, swishing around, swirling this way and that. It even pushes up at the top of her wall. The pressure is enough to send a slight spark up through Hazen’s body, making her sigh, laugh, and squirm this way. She doesn’t become the writhing mess that Yari had, partially because Yari doesn’t press nearly as hard against that sensitive spot.

Either way, the ministrations continue, and what they lack in intensity, they more than make up for their dutifulness and the total coverage. Yari practically worships her lover, flicking her tongue up and down, side to side, undulating different parts in waves of pleasure—waves that Hazen feels, that she sings to the world, and which becomes music to the ears of the submissive.

This music only serves to urge Yari on further. It makes her continue licking and flicking, pressing her nose to her lover’s nub, using her mouth as the complete and total pleasure machine used exclusively for the delight of Hazen, for when one is happy, the other is happy.

Yari holds onto her lover, squeezing her tenderly, her mouth just entirely latched on, never leaving, never letting go.

Hazen gasps, and she groans, and she actually even screams out, her chest heaving, her hands moving to Yari’s head, holding her close to her, legs wrapping around her as Hazen rides now the waves of orgasm, burying Yari into her delight and soon, very soon, collapsing against the bed.

Yari stops, waiting for her girlfriend’s next move, but Hazen lies there for a bit, her chest rising and falling slowly, steadily, her hands and her legs falling to the sides. She swallows, and then she pats the space next to her. “Come here, you…”

Yari unlatches and crawls up to her lover’s side, moving up like a curious cat and curling up next to her.

Hazen rolls over to face her, lacing their arms and legs together until they are cuddling together, their warmth pressed to each other’s warmth.

“You know,” Hazen says, a little chuckle in her voice. “I just got out of the shower.”

Yari whimpers slightly. “S-sorry..”

“Hey, nothing to be sorry about Hazen says, stroking her lover’s cheek. “It just means that we get to have one together now.”

At that, of course, Yari squeaks, hugging her lover and nuzzling her tenderly.

It’s going to be a wonderful day.