Moving Fast

She knew it was a mistake to have lowered herself down right off the bat. She just assumed she could play with Cicilia, taunt her a bit. She didn't think the girl had the energy to fight back... Especially this good. She considered stopping, letting go to just allow the boxer to take her even in this position of power.

She couldn't. She wanted to have fun with Cicilia but she wanted to do this for her as well. Knock her socks off with the big housewarming welcome now that she was mostly moved in. To that end she had to keep going. So she did.

Thankfully she didn't have to go for much longer. She could feel Cicilia buckling with each skillful lash of her tongue and lewd slurp at her worn and weakened form. Even not at her full potential she managed to push Cicilia over, again. She moaned loudly as her woman quivered beneath her lips, remained pressed against her until the very end.

Despite Cicilia's last stand, she had managed to hold herself out as well. She felt rather proud about that. Sayumi let Cicilia's legs drop limping back to the bed as she slowly pushed herself back up fully. She planted her hands on her lover's breasts as she wiggled herself down on her panting face with a giggle.

The boxer was utter spent. She wasn't much better off just from getting her there. Still, she took a moment to bask in her girlfriends writhing glow when mounted upon her in triumph. She even flexed a bit for the plushies on the dresser.

She couldn't do it... No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make Sayumi cum in her last fleeting moments of strength... That was a shame that would haunt her for the rest of her days... or at least until she managed to make her lover cum just as many times in the near future. In this moment, however, all she wanted was air...

Breath... She told herself with her last fleeting moments of consciousness. You need air... breath... But it seemed her girlfriend didn't quite grasp how spent she really was... Merciless to the last, Sayumi, scooted on her face, covering up her mouth with her sex as she cupped her breasts in her hands... The poor, helpless german writhed underneath her weakly, pitifully, just trying to get her lover to cut her the tiniest bit of slack and let her breath...

Sayumi could boast about her victory later... when Cicilia woke... up.....

Unable to cling to her consciousness anymore, the boxer fell under the spell of sleep as it came for her, the mix of air deprivation and her exhaustion taking her to dream land...