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When Stelle goes inside the washroom, Kafka isn’t actually in any of the stalls. She’s fixing her lipstick in front of the mirror, and smirks when she sees Stelle, as if to say, You did this to me. Take responsibility, puppy. 

And Stelle – like the dog she is – practically pounces on Kafka, the expensive lipstick be damned . She kisses her furiously against the wall, almost angry at all of her previous teasing. She paws at her breasts and is ready to pull away to take their shirts off, but before any of that, Kafka grabs her by the back of her shirt and pins her to the wall. Stelle yelps as her back hits the wall, but immediately forgets about any kind of pain as soon as she realises what Kafka is about to do. 

Kafka gets on her knees and looks up at her sweetly with the most innocent smile in the world as she undoes the zipper on Stelle’s jeans. Stelle wants to say something smug or snarky, because she’s finally getting what she wants without having to ask for it, but can only get herself to gulp as Kafka feels her dick through her underwear. 

“So hard, already. Were you really feeling that lonely, hmm?” She asks, taking her dick out and peppering it with little kisses. “I think I deserve a little revenge with the way you ruined my lipstick twice, no?”

Stelle wants to say something – anything , but is so mesmerised with the feeling of Kafka’s lips and the little kiss marks she’s leaving that she is simply speechless. It seems that she was wrong. Kafka intends to draw this out for much longer and tease her as much as she possibly can. 

Well, two can play at that. When Stelle finally breaks free of the ‘spell’ Kafka had her under, she finally tries to press her cock into Kafka’s lips, prying. 

“Such an impatient little dog,” Kafka sighs, a smile apparent in her voice as Stelle bucks her hips into her mouth. Stelle didn’t actually expect her to be able to take all of her in like that, and gasps as she feels the tip of her cock make contact with Kafka’s throat. To take things further, Stelle slightly thrusts a few times, pushing it all even further – producing a choked noise from Kafka. And yet, no complaints at all – Stelle doesn’t think that she’d seen a more amused person before in her life. 

Kafka pulls back with a little pop sound, saliva dripping from her mouth, a little strand still connecting her to Stelle’s cock. But then she takes hold of Stelle again and licks, kissing the tip hard before taking her in her mouth again, causing Stelle to grip whatever’s closest to her, which just so happened to be Kafka’s hair. For once, she was thankful for her nail-biting habit because otherwise she would’ve definitely left little cuts on Kafka’s scalp.

Kafka could feel Stelle twitch against her warm mouth and tongue and used every little reaction she got to her advantage. She notices that just a little hint of pain from her teeth made Stelle shiver, so she abuses that knowledge, almost making her scream as she finally comes inside her mouth – which Kafka diligently swallows all of, of course.

Stelle dramatically slumps down the wall after being spent, sitting face to face with Kafka. She leans in to kiss her, and tastes herself in her mouth. She thought that she would find the mere feeling of it disgusting, but it only aroused her further. 

Speaking of aroused – she notices the way Kafka gasps around her mouth, like the idea of Stelle tasting herself is making her a little too horny too – and how she’s still fully dressed.

Now – that simply isn’t right.

So, Stelle pushes Kafka to the ground and undoes her blouse. It’s almost comical how Kafka’s breasts literally pop out in her face, and Stelle feels so tempted to simply bury her face in them and just lay like that forever. But instead, Stelle simply peppers her neck with kisses, down to her stomach as she takes her pants off.

“So wet,” she states, before kissing her pussy through her underwear. It feels so much more intimate to be doing it through her underwear instead of literally eating her out, somehow. Probably because of Kafka’s reactions – the typically calm, cool, collected lady being reduced to mere moans and gasps because of Stelle literally just kissing and touching her. 

Maybe Stelle does have more power over her than she’d initially assumed. She pulls Kafka’s panties to one side and licks, purely to see how Kafka would react. She is met with the absolutely beautiful sight of Kafka twitching with arousal, so she decides to tease her a little more. She licks and kisses her clit as slowly as possible, making sure that Kafka basks in the feeling of being touched like that. She takes in every sigh and moan that comes out of her mouth and uses it as fuel to finally do what she wants, to once again satiate their collective loneliness – 

She inserts one finger into Kafka and sucks on her clit like it’s a dog’s chew toy. She devours her like her pussy is her last meal and savours in making Kafka shake and twitch. Stelle fingers her, fast, and when she feels her walls tightening, Kafka finally comes with a shout – which was really meant as a warning, because Kafka squirts all over her face.

Stelle only takes that as a sign to not stop, because if she is capable of making Kafka do that with just one finger and some mild licking, then what if –

She tests the waters with two fingers and is met with some resistance as Kafka had just come but it goes in fairly smoothly, and slowly inserts her tongue as well to really taste her. Kafka writhes on the ground, overstimulated, but still not complaining. She grabs on to Stelle’s back, tearing through her shirt because of her sharp nails. She leaves little scrapes and cuts on her back, and can feel Stelle’s tongue react to that sensation of pain in real time. It doesn’t take long before Kafka cums again on her mouth, somehow managing to squirt again. 

Stelle slumps against the wall again — dramatically as always, as Kafka sits back up, trying to regain her motions. They both look tired. After a little time has passed in completely silence, Stelle gets up to grab a tissue so they can clean themselves. 

“You’re so good,” Kafka states, desperately wanting to kiss Stelle again, but choosing instead to observe her diligence in the task she’s given herself despite being drunk. “I’d really like to see you again.”

Stelle finally looks up. “Me too.” she says, face red from their deed – and also the alcohol, probably. 

Kafka takes one of the clean tissues from her and grabs her lipstick. She writes something on the paper with it, and then kisses it. 

“Call me,” She says, “I’ll always have time for you.”

Stelle wants to say something –

“For anything. Sex, drinks, coffee, or even just to sit in silence.”

Kafka leaves the paper in her hands and stumbles out of the washroom without another word.



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