One on One
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Category:
+S through Z › Unreal
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,523
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Unreal or Unreal Tournament franchise or any of their characters, and I make no profit from this story.
Rematch
Halfway through the story, Tamika had busied herself eating Ophelia's pussy. Now, toward the end, the blonde's breath was growing ragged, fingernails scraping against the floor of the shower. "Aw, shit, suck, right there, I'm gonna..."
The blonde came on Tamika's skillful tongue, which followed through by lapping up every drop of Ophelia's delicious pussy cream. When Ophelia's breathing had evened out, Tamika pulled back to look up at her.
"Did you ever kill your stepmother?"
Ophelia laughed. "Nah. Moved on. Forgot all that kid shit." In the ensuing silence, she glanced down, her hand trailing idly through Tamika's hair. "Did you ever kill your dad?"
Tamika shook her head, then dropped it to rest on Ophelia's mound. "No. My brothers are all in prison. But for all I know my dad's still passed out drunk in that same stupid fucking armchair."
Without really meaning to, Ophelia's fingers in Tamika's hair had turned to gentle, almost tender stroking. "And what about Lola?" she murmured.
Tamika smiled sadly. "I heard she was fine. I...I haven't thought about her in a long time."
Ophelia's hands drew her up for a kiss. Unlike the ones they'd had before, it was slow, sensual, and thorough. When they finally pulled apart, Tamika curled up against Ophelia's side.
The blonde let out a deep breath. "I'm not gonna ask you to marry me or anything."
Tamika actually snorted. "Oh, damn. My lifelong dream ruined."
Ophelia grinned at that. "What I mean is, I think you get me."
Tamika's hand had started to wander down Ophelia's muscular stomach. "Oh really? And exactly how often do I get you?"
Ophelia chuckled. This arrangement was going to work out just fine. Their teammates probably wouldn't like it, but fuck 'em. That was part of the fun.
"Why don't we finish this back at my place..." Ophelia helped Tamika to her feet, finally ready to exit the shower stall. On their way out, the blonde smacked her new fuckbuddy's ass.
"Bitch."
The blonde came on Tamika's skillful tongue, which followed through by lapping up every drop of Ophelia's delicious pussy cream. When Ophelia's breathing had evened out, Tamika pulled back to look up at her.
"Did you ever kill your stepmother?"
Ophelia laughed. "Nah. Moved on. Forgot all that kid shit." In the ensuing silence, she glanced down, her hand trailing idly through Tamika's hair. "Did you ever kill your dad?"
Tamika shook her head, then dropped it to rest on Ophelia's mound. "No. My brothers are all in prison. But for all I know my dad's still passed out drunk in that same stupid fucking armchair."
Without really meaning to, Ophelia's fingers in Tamika's hair had turned to gentle, almost tender stroking. "And what about Lola?" she murmured.
Tamika smiled sadly. "I heard she was fine. I...I haven't thought about her in a long time."
Ophelia's hands drew her up for a kiss. Unlike the ones they'd had before, it was slow, sensual, and thorough. When they finally pulled apart, Tamika curled up against Ophelia's side.
The blonde let out a deep breath. "I'm not gonna ask you to marry me or anything."
Tamika actually snorted. "Oh, damn. My lifelong dream ruined."
Ophelia grinned at that. "What I mean is, I think you get me."
Tamika's hand had started to wander down Ophelia's muscular stomach. "Oh really? And exactly how often do I get you?"
Ophelia chuckled. This arrangement was going to work out just fine. Their teammates probably wouldn't like it, but fuck 'em. That was part of the fun.
"Why don't we finish this back at my place..." Ophelia helped Tamika to her feet, finally ready to exit the shower stall. On their way out, the blonde smacked her new fuckbuddy's ass.
"Bitch."