Lauren bit her lower lip, lowering her head. She didn't want to face Ryan, she wouldn't be able to handle his disappointed look as soon as she told him what she had done. She was feeling like the worst person in the world, besides being very irresponsible. Was Camila well enough to leave by herself? Would she be able to get home safely?

Lauren widened her eyes when her mind was filled with images of accidents. She ignored Ryan calling her, walking past him to get to her bedroom where she grabbed her phone. She unlocked the screen and searched for Camila's number, dialing it quickly. It rang, rang, rang and rang until it went to voicemail.

"Don't do this to me. Please." She murmured to herself, overflowing with anguish.

The brunette practically chewed on her lower lip, tapping her foot against the wood floor frantically as she heard the call ringing. Lauren pressed a button on her phone, dialing Camila's number again, but this time the call was rejected. She didn't know if she could sigh in relief for that or if she got even more worried.

I shouldn't even call her the same way she's never shown to care about me, the brunette thought to herself, trying to hate Camila, but at the moment all she wanted was a call from the Latina to see if she was alright.

"Are you going to explain to me what is going on? I..." Ryan walked into the bedroom, his hair messy/tousled and his face marked by the bedsheets. He wet his lips, approaching Lauren and sitting beside her on the bed. "What was Camila Cabello doing here? I thought you two hated each other." He asked, confused, because it was no mystery to anyone that Camila and Lauren were always bickering because they couldn't stand each other.

It was strange to see them together without it being in some award show or some other event like that. Ryan had often served as a shoulder to lean on to hear Lauren cuss the Latina with several names and complain about how self-centered she was.

"We still don't like each other." She said after sending two text messages to Camila, letting out a sigh in relief upon seeing that the Latina had visualized. "It's a long, troubled story."

"Do you wanna talk?" He asked, and she shook her head, locking her phone screen and looking at him. Ryan opened his arms, welcoming Lauren in them in a tight hug.

"I just want to sleep and forget that this day was real." She grunted against his chest, closing her eyes tightly.

Lauren would try to forget, but she'd never forget how coarse she had been by having sex with Camila to then dismiss her, a behavior she has always abhorred; treating her like an object.

Lauren would never forgive herself for having acted like Camila.

They say that karma always comes back to bite us in the ass, and how true that is!

-----

Camila slammed her apartment door shut, she should feel relieved to be in her sacred place, but she couldn't. She felt an anguish in her chest, in a way that was suffocating her. So this is how we feel when we're treated like an object?, she wondered in thought. She never really cared about those things, all the women she had slept with, knew very well that it was something causal and that it wouldn't happen again. Maybe a few times, but no commitment. She couldn't get attached to anyone.

Camila was doing fine, her personal and professional life were in sync and everything was finally organized. It took her eight years to become the ice-cold stone she was today, unreachable, but it took only a few months in Lauren's presence for everything to fall apart.

She had never humiliated herself like that for anyone. And all because of sex? Camila knew that she could find someone else.

But no one compared to Lauren.

Having the brunette for a night was like tasting a new drug. You get addicted immediately and you'll always want more.

"I should hate her." Camila said to herself as she removed her clothing, leaving a trail of clothes across her apartment. "She doesn't deserve my time or thoughts." Her phone vibrated again, she rolled her eyes before even checking who it was. "And now she keeps calling nonstop, I don't understand this woman. Lauren probably suffers from some mental disorder." She grunted as she rejected Lauren's call once again.

Camila was tired of all those little games, always going as the brunette wanted. But that was over.

Camila wouldn't chase after Lauren anymore. It was time to choose her pride again.

After a long, relaxing bath, Camila lay down completely naked on her spacious bed. Sometimes she thought that that luxurious apartment was too big for her to live alone, but the comfort it gave her was always wonderful. When the broker showed her that place, which could go unnoticed by everyone, she didn't even want to know about other apartments, she immediately bought that one. It was where Camila could be herself without needing to wear masks, no one would bother her.

The Latina grabbed her phone, there was only one person in the world she wanted to listen to at the moment, to hear her voice. The call rang at least four times before it was finally answered.

"I hope someone has died and you called to tell me where the burial will be, otherwise it will be your burial."

Camila let out a chuckle, turning on her stomach on the bed.

"I missed you too, Cheechee."

"Camila, for the love of God, it's my day off. What do you want?"

"I want your cuddles." The Latina said, using and abusing her sweetest voice tone to calm Dinah. "When are you coming back?"

"That voice tone... What or who is keeping you up at night?"

"No one."

"Okay. I arrive tomorrow night. Will you pick me up at LAX?"

"Of course. Just don't take too long..."

"I love you too, Chancho. I'll see you tomorrow, now let me go back to having sex again."

"I can't believe I finally cockblocked you! Revenge is a sweet bitch!" Camila shrieked in laughter, but all she got in return was the sound of the call being hang up.

The Latina continued laughing, amused to know that she had cockblocked Dinah the same way she had done so many times. She felt a little better, it was amazing how her friend and agent didn't have to do much to make her feel better. Having Dinah in her life was Camila's greatest blessing.

-----

One week later, at 9AM on a Monday, Camila arrived at the place where the modified scene between Lauren and her would be filmed. She had spent last night studying the script with Dinah and she felt more confident than ever. Her mood was remarkably lively, even though she had been woken up early by a certain agent and her damn bugle. Dinah bought it with the sole purpose to wake up the Latina every time she wanted to delay her commitments.

"Good Morning, Mila." One of the assistants greeted her, and Camila put her sunglasses on top of her head and smiled. "Do you want a bottle of water?"

"Good morning. It's a great day today." The Latina said as she accepted the bottle of water the assistant held out to her. "Thank you very much, I was really thirsty."

"What a miracle! You're in a good mood." Camila's smile wilted upon hearing that voice, and she rolled her eyes as she turned towards Lauren. "I have to pinch myself, is this actually happening?!"

"Are you hearing something? 'Cause I can't hear anything." Camila turned to the assistant, a cynical smile gracing her lips as she pretended to not hear Lauren.

Lauren rolled her eyes, tossing her hair over her shoulders. Its scent invaded Camila's nostrils, making her hold her breath so she wouldn't get intoxicated with that delightful aroma.

"Dry personality much?" The brunette sneered.

Camila opened the palm of her hand and poured a bit of water over it, to then splash it on her own face. Lauren frowned.

"Am I wet enough for you?" The Latina asked cynically, inching closer to the brunette to whisper: "Or would you rather check my panties?"

Lauren widened her eyes, backing away from Camila, who was now laughing, amused by the situation. The brunette's red face only made the Latina laugh even more; it had been a while since the Latina left the brunette that way and it would never not be funny.

*ACTION!*

Karma straightened her hair, looking at herself through the front camera of her phone to see if she still looked good. It was just a movie session with Amy, but the brunette couldn't be more eager. It was always so good to spend some time with that charming, sexy Latina. She rang the doorbell when she was finally satisfied with her appearance, putting her phone back into the pocket of her pants and waiting patiently. The weather was cool, but it was starting to get cold.

Karma wanted to be warmed by Amy.

"You're here!" Amy exclaimed with a broad smile as soon as she opened the door and came across a shy Karma in front of her door. The Latina smiled, taking a step towards the brunette to seal her lips to hers. "Come in, I've rented a few movies, we can choose while we wait for the food to arrive."

"Thanks." The brunette thanked Amy as she entered the house, looking around discreetly and loving the cozy environment; different from what she thought, but as beautiful as. "Your house is very beautiful."

"You didn't imagine it was like this, did you?" Amy asked with a smile, she had noticed Karma's surprised look.

"Okay, I confess that I was expecting something like dark colors on the wall and posters scattered all around. But I love the décor, it's very much your style."

"I'm trying to make it look like a home as much as possible so I don't feel so homesick." The Latina said as she pointed towards the couch so that Karma would sit down. "Uh, well, my bedroom has some band posters." Amy said and shrugged, grabbing the TV's remote control to show Karma the movies she had rented.

For Amy the comment had been casual, but for Karma it sounded like an invitation. They hung out a lot and had a lot of make-out sessions in the backseat of their cars, but until then nothing had gone past that.

Karma was silent, thinking about the possibility of Amy wanting to take her to bed. Oh my God, what if she doesn't like it?, the brunette thought, terrified that she would disappoint her Latina.

"What did you say?" Karma asked, confused.

Amy laughed at the cute expression that Karma made as she showed her confusion, she was so focused on her inner panic that she didn't even notice that the Latina was talking to her.

"I asked which one do you prefer?"

"Oh..." The brunette looked at the TV, seeing movies of all the genres. "Hm, I'll let you choose the first one."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright then." Amy smiled, choosing one of the movies she was eager to watch. "I really want to watch this movie."

[...]

"And I ended up hurting my wrist." The Latina said, telling how she had hurt her wrist.

Karma looked sadly at the bandaged wrist, delicately holding it and bringing it up to her lips, where she placed a gentle kiss. Amy smiled, finding the brunette's gesture adorable.

"It must have hurt a lot."

"Not really." Amy shrugged, earning a 'what the fuck' look from Karma in return. "Alright, it hurt like hell. When my blood cooled it was horrible, I wanted to rip my wrist out."

"Damn... It must've been really awful."

"It was..." Amy took a deep breath, sliding further down, making Karma practically stay on top of her. "But thank God I have you to take care of me."

Karma flashed a broad smile, turning to face her. Their eyes met. Amy straightened the delicate braid on the left side of the brunettes' head, straightening her long hair.

"I'll always take care of you." Karma whispered before leaning in and taking Amy's lips with hers, kissing her with all the love in the world.

*CUT!*

Camila jerked her head back upon hearing the director end that scene, pulling her lips away from Lauren's. The act was so rude and sudden that it left the brunette stunned, especially when the Latina made a point of throwing her on the couch and getting up.

"I need to brush my teeth before I catch the boredom virus." The Latina smiled bitterly at Lauren, getting out of there to head for the exit door of the house.

Everyone there was confused, because during the kissing scenes someone always had to stop Camila and today she had simply gotten up and left. Lauren pulled herself together, sitting up on the couch to catch her breath and dignity.

It looks like we're back to the beginning, Lauren thought to herself as she noticed that Camila had once again closed herself in that unbreakable shell. Well, it wasn't Lauren's problem anyways, she just had to thank God for not having to worry about the Latina and her unexpected actions anymore.

She could finally live her life in peace, couldn't she?

[...]

Not only Camila, but Lauren also filmed two other scenes on that same day, separated. It had gotten dark when the brunette arrived at her apartment, not finding any sign of Ryan. He probably went out for a bite to eat, or to solve something at his record label.

-----

* The Latina was finishing getting dressed when she heard the shrill ringing of her phone. She grunted and quickly put on the gray blouse that was in her hands, striding towards her nightstand where her black phone vibrated nonstop. She didn't want to talk to anyone, she was exhausted and she just wanted to sleep. Her eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Lauren's name was flashing in her screen.

Is she fucking kidding me?, Camila huffed in thought before sliding her finger across her phone screen and bringing the device to her ear.

"Camila?"

"Ah... Yes?" The Latina was confused, somewhat intrigued and very curious.

Camila thought that she had made it clear earlier that she didn't want any contact with Lauren, the same way the brunette had made it clear that she'd only talk to Camila when it was about work or extremely necessary.

"I want to see you." The brunette's voice was nothing more than a whisper. Camila pressed her eyes together in disbelief. What the fuck?, that was all the Latina could think about. "Please, I just want to see you... I need to."

I need to. Those three simple words echoed in Camila's mind, she needed to... But what the fuck? She needed it? Lauren had kicked her out of her life, treating her in the worst possible way. Why the hell did she need to see her now?

"Is this some kind of sick joke? If it is, it's not funny at all."

"You're too wary." The brunette sighed before speaking again. "I really want to see you. Are you home?"

"I... yes..." Camila answered at last, letting out the air in her lungs and lowering her shoulders.

Lauren was going to drive Camila crazy, that was a certainty. When the doorbell of the Latina's apartment rang, she froze on the spot for a moment. Who had gotten there without being announced by the doorman?

"Lauren, I'm going to have to hang-"

"Open the door!" Lauren cut off Camila, who pressed her lips together; her mind working furiously to assimilate that... order?

"But what the... Did you hear the doorbell ring?" The Latina asked, confused, and Lauren huffed, impatient with Camila's slowness.

"Camila, open the door. I will not stand here all night."

The Latina's eyes widened. Her heart jolted inside her chest to then fire into frantic beats. How. Did. She. Find. Out. Where. I. Live?, Camila couldn't and didn't even want to believe that Lauren was really there, standing in the hallway waiting for Camila to open the door. That couldn't be real.

Camila pulled the device away from her ear and strode towards the door, she counted to ten before turning the doorknob and...

"It can't be..." The Latina murmured in shock, the brunette was really there.

Lauren had on a red lipstick on her lips, and a charming and at the same time naughty smile. Camila couldn't look away from her lips, but all she could think about was how the hell Lauren had gotten there. It wasn't possible. The brunette didn't know where her real apartment was, only if one of her friends had told her.

Selena..., Camila thought as the most likely culprit, she was going to kill her best friend.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? I thought you were more polite." The brunette crossed her arms, casting a provocative glance at the Latina.

Camila forced a cough and pulled herself together; hesitant about letting Lauren come in or not.

"Okay... Explain to me how you managed to find out where I live, and why you came here." Camila also crossed her arms, resting her left shoulder against the doorframe, facing the brunette.

The Latina tried not to show it, but she was fluttering of nervousness, perhaps apprehensive about what the other woman was doing there. Lauren had that effect on her, making her nervous just with her presence.

"Can I at least come in? I really want to sit down." The brunette pouted, and Camila rolled her eyes, taking a step back to let the brunette pass. "Wow... This place is incredible." She complimented, open-mouthed, looking around in awe. It was a huge place and very well decorated, as well as extremely luxurious.

Camila smiled proudly, she was proud of her apartment, everything in there had been bought by her.

"I know it is." The Latina said, and Lauren rolled her eyes. Egocentric, the brunette thought mockingly. "But you surely didn't come here to compliment my home." Camila closed the door behind her, locked her phone screen and put the device in the front pocket of her shorts. "What do you want, Lauren?"

"You." The brunette answered straightforwardly without hesitation, and Camila raised her eyebrows in surprise. It looked like the tables had turned.

So now Lauren was going to do the chasing?

"Excuse me...?" The Latina pretended to not have understood just to hear it again and be sure that she wasn't going crazy or hearing things.

"I. Want. You." With every word, Lauren took a step forward, staying a few feet away from Camila.

The Latina swallowed the saliva accumulated in her mouth. "This is a joke, isn't it?"

Lauren's expression became serious, she observed Camila for a few seconds before closing the space between them and stopping right in front of the Latina. Their breaths practically mingling.

"I'm here." Lauren cautiously brought her right hand to Camila's face, caressing her cheek. Camila closed her eyes and sighed, she didn't want to surrender, but it was Lauren there. "I'm serious, I want you." She brought her left hand to the woman's other cheek, thus leaving the Latina's face between her hands.

Lauren inched closer, her face a few millimeters away from the Latina. Camila opened her mouth to try to say something, but she closed her mouth when she realized that she didn't know what to say. Lauren flashed a cute smile and Camila felt the air vanish from her lungs when the brunette leaned forward, decreasing more and more the distance between their lips. The Latina felt the warm air that escaped Lauren's mouth blow against her face.

"We can talk later." Lauren whispered against the Latina's lips. "I promise that I'll answer anything you want to ask me. Just... Let me-"

Camila grabbed the back of Lauren's neck and pressed her lips to hers, cutting her off. The brunette gasped and surrendered herself to the kiss, letting the Latina mistreat her lips in that delightful way she loved. Lauren held Camila's face tighter, breathing out heavily through her nostrils before opening her mouth and giving passage to the Latina's tongue, which quickly took over her mouth.

Camila moaned softly amid the kiss; even though she had kissed Lauren earlier during the filming of the show's scenes, nothing could be compared to a real kiss. It was completely different, it was better.

Addictive.

"Where... is..." Lauren's voice came out muffled because of their breathtaking kiss. "...your bedroom... where is it?" She managed to ask breathlessly after Camila broke the kiss.

The brunette looked at the Latina, her face was a little red, and Lauren was sure that her own didn't look much different.

"Come." Camila grabbed the brunette's hand and pulled her towards a long hallway with several doors, and she entered the last one.

Lauren didn't even have time to look around the bedroom, because soon enough her back was colliding against the door and her lips were being taken over by the Latina's again. The brunette closed her eyes, moaning.

"Wait." Lauren stopped the Latina, who was already holding her left leg, ready to wrap it around her waist. Camila looked at her without understanding, panting. "Is there a radio here?"

Camila pressed her lips together and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"Uh... Yes, there is. It's there..." The Latina pointed towards the device, and Lauren pulled away from her and walked towards the direction Camila had pointed at, not even letting the woman finish speaking. "Near the television. You can use it if you want." Camila completed softly, not understanding the woman's intentions.

The Latina then headed to the bed, sat down on the edge, and watched Lauren's every move as she pulled her iPhone from her pocket and plugged it into the stereo. Lauren clicked on a few buttons and smiled when she found what she was looking for. Soon enough the sound of music sounded in the room and the brunette flashed a broad smile. Camila, still watching her, started to understand her plan.

Lauren was wearing a black blazer, and she turned to face the Latina, holding its collar. Camila swallowed hard; her mouth slowly fell open as realization hit her. She was really going to win a lap dance.

"You're wondering what I'm going to do, right?" Lauren asked, and Camila nodded, gripping the quilt between her fingers as she watched the brunette walk towards her. "I thought about giving you a lap dance, just to tease you." The brunette said thoughtfully, and Camila felt her stomach flutter, the image of Lauren giving her a lap dance was very exciting. "But then I thought..." Lauren stopped in front of the bed and tapped her index finger against her chin to emphasize her speech as she looked at Camila and flashed her a lascivious smile. "Why not just do a striptease? This way I can have your hands touching me while I dance." The brunette bit her lower lip in a sensual way. "I want you to grab me hard. As only you know how, Camila."

Camila even tried to control herself, but her expression made clear how affected she had been by that. Lauren smiled, pleased with the effect she had on the Latina. The music, which was on repeat, started from the beginning again, and Lauren started moving.

The brunette brought her hands to the buttons of her blazer, unbuttoning one by one without breaking eye contact with the Latina. Camila's knuckles were already colorless, her pulse racing as the brunette unbuttoned her blazer. The Latina watched her start swaying her hips, moving them from side to side, as she slid her blazer down her arms to then throw it back.

Camila bit her lower lip hard, stopping the moan that was about to escape at the sight of what the brunette was wearing. Lauren was wearing tight, black dress pants, a button-down blouse tucked inside her pants and suspenders.

Hot as fuck, the Latina smirked in thought.

Lauren brought her hands to the back of her neck, lifting her hair and leaving that place exposed. Camila right now kind of hated the fact that the brunette was facing her, because one of the things that the Latina most liked about Lauren, was her nape. As if the brunette could hear the Latina's thoughts, still swaying her hips, Lauren began to turn around, staying with her back turned to the Latina.

"Fuck!" Camila let out, her eyes glued to the brunette's ass, which was moving from side to side. So round and perky, the Latina wished inwardly to be able to touch it and spank it.

Lauren tossed her hair to the side, looking at the Latina over her shoulder. She smiled and winked before she started to lower herself to the floor, swaying her hips with want. Camila closed her legs, pressing her thighs together to relieve the throb there. Lauren moved up and down, pretending to sit down and get up. Camila swallowed hard once again, she was going to die.

Lauren then began to open the buttons of her blouse, and after it was open, she then propped her hands on her knees and stood up, pushing her ass out towards Camila. She wanted to drive the Latina crazy, and she was succeeding.

Camila shook off her daze when the brunette turned around to face her again, the open blouse now giving her the beautiful view of Lauren's belly, making her feel like licking it. The Latina straightened up on the mattress, looking at Lauren up and down and calling her with her finger. The brunette smiled, knowing that the Latina was giving in and letting herself be carried away.

Lauren pulled Camila more to the edge of the bed, standing between her legs.

"You're so hot." Camila said, bringing her hands to the brunette's thighs that were still covered by her pants. Lauren smiled, pulling the suspenders straps to the side, to then grab the hem of her blouse, ready to pull up the part that was still tucked inside her pants, but she was stopped by Camila's hand. The woman smiled at the brunette before pulling the piece violently out of her pants, making Lauren gasp. "Much better."

Camila finished removing the brunette's blouse, without even caring if she was being too rude or not. She just didn't know that Lauren was enjoying all that, especially the force that Camila used to touch her.

"Enjoy." Lauren winked at the Latina, supporting herself on the woman's shoulders and kneeling on the bed, straddling Camila. The Latina moved her hands to Lauren's ass, where she squeezed with want. "Harder, squeeze with all your strength." Lauren asked, even though it sounded like an order.

Camila was quick to execute the brunette's request, squeezing that attractive and perky ass with extreme force. Camila then grabbed the brunette's waist and leaned forward, lightly touching her abdomen with her lips. Lauren gasped, bringing her right hand to the hair at the back of Camila's neck and pressing the Latina's face against her body.

The Latina moved the tip of her tongue and circled the brunette's bellybutton, making her shiver. Still sliding her tongue on Lauren's belly, Camila moved up and down, going down to the hem of the brunette's pants and back up to her bellybutton.

"Grab me hard, I don't want gentleness." Lauren whispered hoarsely, pushing the Latina back and laying her down on the bed. Camila moaned when the brunette sat right over her sex. "Are you going to?"

"What?"

Lauren rolled her eyes at Camila's lack of attention, and then she gripped the woman's chin and made her look into her eyes. "Are you going to grab me hard?"

Camila practically growled upon hearing that, and she grabbed Lauren by the back of her neck and pulled her into a ravenous kiss. Lauren moaned amid the kiss when she felt the spank that Camila had given on her left buttock. The Latina smiled, loving to hear that sound. She did the same thing on the other side, gaining another moan in return.

"Show me what you've got, and then I'll show you what I've got." Camila lay down on the bed again, a smile playing on her lips.

Lauren ran the tip of her tongue over her own lips, nodding her head. She'd accept the Latina's challenge.

The brunette knelt on the bed, to then stand up on the mattress. Camila propped herself up on her elbows, to be able to see better what the brunette was going to do. Lauren opened the single button of her pants, sliding the zipper down without breaking eye contact, and without stopping the synchronized movements of her hips, she walked backwards until she got off the bed. Camila didn't look away from her, attentive to her every move.

"I remember you love when I wear red." Camila's body stiffened upon hearing that. Lauren in red lingerie was definitely the most beautiful scene she had ever seen. "I bought this set with you in mind."

Lauren turned her back to the Latina to then take off her pants, pulling them down her legs and pushing her ass out as she lowered the piece. Camila sat up on the bed to be able to see better and she almost died; surprised with the tiny size of the panties that the brunette was wearing. Lauren looked back, still down, and smiled at the Latina before standing up. She loved to see Camila so surrendered to her charms.

"It's a pity to have to rip such a beautiful piece." Camila said, pointing towards Lauren's panties, and the brunette bit her lower lip in response. "How much longer will you torture me?" Her voice was almost a whine, and Lauren pretended to think, but soon enough flashed a smile.

The brunette called the Latina with her finger and then pointed to the floor. Camila frowned.

"On your knees here." Lauren pointed to the floor again, showing where she wanted her, and Camila promptly obeyed, getting off the bed and moving to the floor, all without stop looking at the brunette, who was smiling. "Tilt your head back." She ordered, and the Latina obeyed again. Lauren smiled, pleased to see her so submissive to her orders. "Rip it." She whispered to Camila, who didn't hesitate to hook her fingers into both sides to then pull the fabric, causing the piece to split in two.

"Your bra."

"What about it?"

"Take it off." Camila asked, and Lauren nodded her head and brought her hands to her back, quickly unclasping her bra and removing the piece, throwing it back.

The song was still playing, and although it was a bit loud, it was possible to hear Camila's heavy breathing. Lauren propped her right foot on the mattress, exposing herself to the Latina, who felt her mouthwatering as she smelled the feminine scent that the brunette's pussy exuded.

"Suck me. Do it the way that only you know how... Eat me out with want." Lauren's voice sounded a bit like the one of a porn star, the moaned, hoarse tone drove Camila crazy, and without a second thought, the Latina grabbed the brunette's buttocks and pressed her against her mouth.

The two of them moaned at the contact, but the Latina's came out muffled due to having Lauren's pussy in her mouth. The brunette gripped the Latina's hair, tugging, to then throw her head back and moan Camila's name. That only boosted the Latina even more, who sucked the brunette's clit into her mouth, sucking it hard until her cheeks were hollow and releasing it right after, to then repeat it all again.

Camila moved her shoulder beneath Lauren's left thigh, now kneeling behind the brunette. She looked up just to behold the beautiful sight of the brunette's ass. Lauren looked back over her shoulder, her eyes meeting the Latina's, who smiled before motioning for the brunette to bend. And so she did, propping her hands on the mattress and pushing her ass out, practically staying on all fours for Camila.

"I love your ass, it's so..." The Latina cut herself off, hitting a hard spank on the brunette's left buttock. Lauren moaned, her body propelling forward, to then offer her ass to the Latina again. Camila smiled. "You love it, don't you? You love to be spanked. You naughty, naughty girl."

Lauren purred with pleasure at Camila's words, shaking her ass from side to side. Camila growled, spreading Lauren's buttocks and burying her face in the crack between them. Her tongue immediately came into contact with the small hole, dragging a loud moan from the brunette, who pushed her hips back. Camila slid her tongue down, playing with the brunette's pussy, to then snake it over her swollen clit. She slid her tongue down and stopped at the entrance of Lauren's sex, and the brunette pushed her hips back again, moaning loudly as she felt Camila's tongue penetrating her.

"Mmmm... just like that. Don't stop." Lauren pleaded, without stop moving her hips back and forth.

Camila was loving all that, and she brought her thumb to the brunette's clit to stroke it. Lauren moaned at that, it was a mind-blowing sensation to be masturbated while being penetrated. Camila opened her mouth even more, exposing her tongue even more and pushing it into the brunette. Lauren gripped the bedspread between her fingers, leaving her knuckles almost colorless.

"Your pussy is a delight." Camila commented when she pulled her tongue from the brunette's pussy. She brought her index finger to Lauren's entrance, penetrating her quickly. The brunette let out a swear-word followed by a moan due to the sudden invasion. "Mmmm... Just look at how your pussy swallows my finger, feel it..."

In, out, in, out. Camila penetrated Lauren slowly, but with the necessary force that the brunette wanted, dragging loud moans from her. In a single tug, the Latina pulled her finger from Lauren's pussy, bringing it up to her own mouth and sucking it right after.

Camila even closed her eyes to better enjoy the brunette's taste.

"Ugh... Camila, no." Lauren complained when she felt the Latina's thumb circle the little hole between her buttocks. Camila let out a chuckle and didn't answer at first, just brought her mouth to the brunette's clit and sucked it hard. "Yeah..."

Camila ended up chuckling at the brunette's bipolarity. She used her right hand to further spread Lauren's buttocks, exposing the brunette's pussy even more. Camila moaned as she quickly masturbated the small hole between Lauren's buttocks, and the brunette purred nonstop, feeling a shiver go through her spine at the new sensation. She knows what she's doing... so well, the brunette concluded in thought, any apprehension had vanished.

"I knew you'd like it." Camila said, still masturbating her, and Lauren just nodded her head, unable to say anything. "Push your ass against my finger. That's it."

Camila went back to eating her out, without stopping the movements of her thumb. Lauren felt her legs waver, and a more than familiar pressure focused on the entrance of her pussy. Her clit began to throb, and then she came undone on the Latina's tongue, who thirstily licked and sucked everything the brunette gave her.

After she finished drinking every remnant of Lauren's cum, the Latina stood up behind her, gripping the hair at the back of the brunette's neck and pulling her up.

"We're not done yet." Camila whispered in her ear, her free hand going to the brunette's left breast, squeezing it hard. "I've said this before and I'm going to repeat it: show me everything you've got."

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Heavy breaths, sweaty bodies and intertwined legs. That was how they lay in bed. Staring at the ceiling and reflecting on the fuck session they just had.

That's what I call fucking, Camila thought.

That was the best sex of my life, Lauren didn't doubt that. It had really been the best sex of her life.

Camila then began to think too much and the images and words that Lauren had said to her were back in full force in her mind. She shook her head, once, twice... six times and nothing. The thoughts were still there. She got up in a jolt, removing the brunette's legs off hers. Lauren frowned, confused by Camila's act.

"What happened?" The brunette asked apprehensively, she knew the time had come to talk to Camila. That was the moment of truth.

"Tell me." The Latina ran her hands over her face. "But tell me the truth. Why did you come here?" Her voice came out low, but firm.

Lauren let out a long sigh, wrapping herself in the bedsheet to then sit up on the bed.

"I came to see you, I told you before."

Camila smiled wryly and ran her hand on the back of her neck, getting up from the bed.

"Don't play games, Lauren." The Latina asked, losing all and any patience she had left. "Why did you come here after all that shit you said to me?" She clenched her jaw, staring at the brunette with hatred.

Lauren swallowed hard, feeling small under that gaze. She opened her mouth several times, searching for some excuse. Though she knew why she was there, it was hard to admit.

"Camila, I..."

"You...?" Camila encouraged her, curious and eager for the answer.

"I..." *

"Lauren?"

"Lauren!"

A shout made her jump on the bed, panting and confused. Startled, Lauren blinked several times, focusing her vision, and she got even more startled at the sight of Ryan kneeling over her body and holding her shoulders.

"But what the..." She shook her head.

"Were you having a nightmare?"

She closed her eyes tightly, wanting to disappear. It couldn't have been just a fucking dream.

"I... yes." She lied, not wanting to comment further on it. "What time is it?"

"You can go back to sleep, it's not morning yet. Come, lay here."

Lauren practically threw herself into Ryan's arms, burying her face in his chest and closing her eyes tightly.

Get out of my head!, the brunette wished in thought.

Those dreams had to stop or she'd go crazy if she kept dreaming about Camila like that.

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NOTE: hehehe I bet y'all thought that that last part was real XD sorry, but it was just a dream... But as y'all can see, Lauren isn't as immune to Camila as she wished to be lol they're slowly starting to realize that they feel something other than 'hate' for each other ;) And because I took so damn long to translate and post this chapter, as an apology, I'll be updating again tomorrow.