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the sun rose high in the sky, pouring beams of light right into gwendolyn and karla's room. the late hours of the afternoon sunlight excited gwen, as her new plant fern would be able to get enough sunlight, yet reminded her of the time of day.

and still, she had not seen karla at all.

no, that's not true... gwen frowned. i saw her this morning... i think.

either way, she still hadn't seen her girlfriend in forever, it seemed.

for the hundredth time that afternoon, she clenched the hem of karla's black shirt she wore. another defeated sigh followed. i'm wearing her shirt, and i still miss her. i don't want to wait anymore.

the small fern in front of her, although still and silent, seemed to be glaring at her with its dry leaves.

get out of your feels and water me!

"yeah, you're right. it hasn't even been that long, and i'm just—"

"gwen, baby? who are you talking to?"

gwendolyn gasped. karla!

the freckled girl dropped what she was doing (as if she was doing much), and quickly ran to karla, who (of course), greeted her with open arms.

"karla! i missed you so much!" every word said, kisses covered karla face, and she wasn't complaining.

"i missed you more, dear." karla pressed a chaste kiss onto gwen's soft lips. "work was... something."

"gosh, i'm sorry. i thought things would've been at least a little bit better."

"that's just the way work is. you'll always have some days better than others." karla hummed. "come, lay on the bed with me."

the couple walked to their bed, love for each other in their eyes. karla opened her arms wide once in bed, an invitation for gwendolyn. gwen easily nestled into the tattooed arms, sighing with comfort.

"look at you wearing my shirt." a grin tugged at karla's lips. "you missed me that much, huh?"

"i did," murmured gwendolyn. "i get lonely when you're not around."

karla gently traced gwen's freckles on her arm. "miles must not be good company, i suppose."

"no, it's not like that! i like being around him, but uh... i don't think he likes being around me that much."

"that little bit— i'll talk with him.

"it's okay, you don't have to," assured gwendolyn. "it would be nice to have a pet or something around, but it's truly not that serious."

"you know what, love?"

"what is it, sunshine?"

"let's go out on a date."

gwen tilted her head. "oh! you mean right now?"

"i do." karla pecked gwen's hair. "but only if you would like too."

"i would love too!" gwendolyn smiled. "where would we be going?"

"i'm sure i can get us a reservation somewhere. get dressed and we'll go, okay?"

"okay! just give me a second!"

...

"karla, this is— it's so pretty!"

"je suis heureux que tu l'aimes, bébé." karla chuckled. "i'm happy you like it."

(i'm glad you like it, baby.)

karla had covered gwen's eyes once they had passed the reception place, and when she finally removed her hands, gwendolyn found herself seated right next to a wall with water inside.

more specifically, a wall filled with water and fish swimming around. even overhead on the ceiling, the water curved over the customers, and fish happily swam.

"how did you get a spot for this place? it looks so expensive!" gwen gushed, eyes following an orange and white striped fish.

"a little bit of money never goes unnoticed, my flower." karla propped her head onto her hand. "and with how much i paid them, they'd be ridiculous to pass up my offer."

gwen raised an eyebrow. "and how much did you pay?"

"hmm, i don't remember. i don't think i paid much attention to how much i paid."

"karla..."

the mafia boss leaned over the table and kissed gwendolyn. "i assure you i'll earn it all back quickly. s'il te plaît, ne sois pas en colère." (please don't be mad.)

with light blue illuminating the side of gwen's profile, karla sees a tinge of red burn on the side of her face.

"s-stop kissing me! it makes it hard to stay mad at you!"

"good, don't be mad." she rested her head back in the palm of her hand. "j'aime voir ton visage, reste heureux autour de moi." (i love seeing your face, stay happy around me.)

"and karla?"

"yes, ma fleur?" (my flower)

"when you talk to me in french, what do you say?" right as the question left her mouth, gwen covered her face. "i-i mean, i really like it when you speak in french, but i just get curious, that's all."

"i'm glad you enjoy when i speak in french. i typically always complient you." a soft laugh left karla's mouth. "for example; vous êtes ravissante dans cette robe, ma chèrie." (you look ravishing in that dress, my dear.)

"what did you say then?"

"how ravishing you look in that dress, love."

on their date night, gwendolyn wore a red, square neck dress form-fitting against her body. typically she'd never stray so far from her earthy tones of clothing, but change was good.

and karla loved this change.

the square neckline on the dress casually exposed gwen's chest. so with gwen's chest being exposed, it resulted in a valley of cleavage. her breasts looking like pillows, soft and sprinkled with freckles.

gosh. gwen thought, face redder than red. i've got to start learning french.

"come on, gwen. let's order something to eat, no?"

red-faced (per usual), gwendolyn choose her all-time classic: shrimp alfredo with a hearty side of garlic bread. on the other hand, karla ordered a medium-rare steak.

after an awfully short wait, hot places of food were served right under the noses of the couple. the moment karla sliced into the meat, gwendolyn's nose wrinkled in disgust.

"that's gross," she stated. "it's almost raw!"

"no, it's not." karla raised an eyebrow and poked the side of the steak. "the outside is cooked."

"but the whole entire inside is pink! you're basically eating raw—"

gwendolyn's rambling was cut off by a cool rush of wind across her plush thighs.

to passersby, it seemed that karla's legs were crossed, that she was just looking into the eyes of gwen with a smirk.

yet behind the tablecloth, karla's black stiletto trailed up gwen's leg and under the material of her red dress.

"hmm? why so quiet now?" the stiletto slipped further under gwen's dress. "is it too cold in here?"

gwendolyn's fingers gripped onto her fork. "no! it's absolutely fin—"

karla, slightly leaning in her seat now, stretched her legs even further. "you're legs are shivering, dear. are you sure you're not cold?"

"w-well, you see, uh, i—"

"oh mon, your legs are stone cold, but yet..." the tip of the stiletto brushed against gwendolyn's underwear. "it's almost like you're burning down here."

gwendolyn blushed furiously, heavily breathing. "karla! you're touching my—"

karla smirked, foot grazing against gwen's thigh. "you like it, don't you?" her french accent thick with lust.

the freckled girl bit and swirled the noodles around on her fork, biting her lip and trying to hold herself together. as clear as the eye could see though, her hand trembled as she held the fork.

she let out a staggered breath, opening her mouth to eat her alfredo.

but just as her mouth propped open, karla's foot slipped in the middle of her thighs, the heel tip of her shoes hitting the very center of gwen's lace underwear.

"what's wrong, fleur? you seem to be speechless."

gwen's pink lips trembled, yet karla's foot did not move— laying right against her panties.

"k-karla, p-please, i..." although nothing had happened yet, senseless begging spilled out of gwendolyn's mouth, her turning into a melting puddle.

"what would you like? i can't hear you well."

"touch... touch me." muttered gwen. "please."

"i'll do one better." she looked directly at the knife on her plate, then knocked it onto the floor. "goodness, i'm so clumsy! i'll go get it."

standing up and pushing in her chair, her foot "accidentally" kicked the knife underneath the tablecloth.

gwendolyn's face flushed. she wouldn't...

"let me go get that."

and as quickly as she had teased gwendolyn, karla was under the table, hidden by the innocent tablecloth.

"karla, you're—" gwen's words halted as a low groan escaped her mouth.

karla's slender fingers brushed over the small wet spot over her panties, a pleasured sigh following gwen. the mafia boss then used her knuckle, applying light pressure onto her pearl.

"lift your ass up, baby," karla purred.

growing eager, gwendolyn raised her ass, as instructed. feeling the cold air breeze against her folds made her shiver, heart pounding.

karla's hands roamed up and down gwen's luscious thighs, which she couldn't help but nip at.

not wanting to wait much longer, karla spat onto her fingers, then gently slid them into her girlfriend.

"w-wait! i.. uh..." gwendolyn murmured, body getting used to the familiar digits.

right away, karla slammed her fingers deeper into gwendolyn, curling and massaging them in. "you're soaking down here, baby. listen to you."

and sure enough, if you listened past the classical music, was the gushing noises of gwen's wetness.

in any other circumstance, gwendolyn would've been humiliated. but karla was right there, under the table unraveling her. and with her, she'd lost any sense of decency.

gwen looked down at her forgotten shrimp alfredo and gulped. she took the fork back into her hands, and slowly attempted to eat.

yet with the steady pumping of karla's fingers, every muscle of her body spasmed and contracted, resulting in gwendolyn holding the fork like it was her last bit of sanity.

"this pretty pussy needs a kiss, don't you think?" teased karla, still working her fingers deep inside gwen.

"mmhmm! yes, ma'am, puh-lease!" begged gwendolyn, dizzy with lust.

just as she'd said she'd do, karla pucked her lips together and smooched them right onto gwen's soaking cunt.

pussy juice covering her lips, she swirled her tongue around gwen's clit, messily slurping it into her mouth as if eating a full meal.

as karla worked, gwendolyn knew she'd left a wet patch on the chair. her bottom half was soaked.

although the top half of her body was once put together and composed, second by second she was becoming undone.

nipples hard and straining against her dress, lip gloss almost gone, and a thin line of saliva from the corner of her mouth.

a desperate, writhing mess.

and she didn't mind.

"please, please give me more," she begged, voice small.

pausing from eating her 'meal', karla chuckled and planted another kiss on her pussy.

"you'll get much more at home." gwen almost cried at the answer. "i hear footsteps, perhaps a waiter is on the way."

"no, but— but i—"

she was on the very edge of passing away from bliss, and she possibly had to talk with someone? no way.

yet the horny side of her loved of lewd the scenario was.

footsteps, even and slow, approached her table; unfortunately, karla's prediction was right. a brightly smiling waiter.

"good afternoon ma'am!" he exclaimed. "how are you finding everything?"

right under the table, karla carried on. yet this time, her neck and jaw pushed her tongue further into gwendolyn.

the pressure behind the flicks and laps of her soft tongue made gwen shiver and she unknowingly rocked her hips against karla.

regaining her composure for a moment, she flashed a wobbly smile at the waiter. "everything was absolutely a-amazing!"

"splendid to hear! would you like any refills this afternoon?"

"oooh..." karla's tongue circled her clit. "n-no, we're alright..."

still not unfazed by the situation, he smiled again. "i see there's another plate here, were you possibly out with someone? a date, maybe?"

gwen hissed. "y-yesss! a very lovely woman, but we're a-a-a-about to end it soon..."

"how lovely! i hope everything went well between you too!" he stopped talking for a second and sniffed "but, do you smell that?"

"s-smell, what?"

karla desperately nuzzled her face into gwen's juices, somehow hungrily diving further than she ever did before. not just with her tongue, but with the assistance of her two fingers.

confusion flashed across his face, yet he shrugged it off. "nothing, it's just me. would you like anything else, ma'am?"

"two! i—mean, two to-go-boxes, w-would be perfect!"

"alright, ma'am! give me one second."

and the moment he walked away, juices exploded from gwen's cunt. "ooh, k-karla!"

coming from under the table, knife in one hand, panties in the other, karla smirked. "what a delicious meal. you enjoyed it, no?"

from the blue lights, gwendolyn saw lipstick smeared across karla's lips, some bits on her cheek.

casually, as if she didn't put her girlfriend in disarray, she took the napkin and removed the lipstick.

gwendolyn pouted, though (slightly) sexed out, she wanted suddenly wanted karla's whole body against her.

she stood up from her damp chair, and with wobbly steps, wrapped her arms around karla's neck. the said woman immediately returned the affection. "what's going on, love? did i do too much?"

the freckled girl shook her head, face now entirely red. "i wanted to hold you."

"even after what i just did you too, huh?" karla grinned. "mon dieu. even after that you're still cute. my sweet girl." (my god)

gwendolyn hid her face into karla's chest. "s-stop! i just really wanted to see you..." she bit her lip. "will, uh... will we do more at home?"

karla laughed, sinking her hands into gwen's hair. "i can assure you. and you'll enjoy every bit."

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their lips locked in an effortless connection between souls, warm lips gliding across each other.

karla's hands grabbed gwen's cheeks, cupping them as smashed her lips against the freckled girl's.

shocked by the sharp movement, gwendolyn let out a small gasp, allowing karla's tongue to slide into her mouth, exploring with excitement.

eyes closed and tongue rapidly moving, gwendolyn felt as if she'd stay in this warm heaven between her and karla forever.

karla then broke away from the kiss, smirk laced on her saliva-covered lips. "c'mon baby, sit right here."

slightly tipsy from karla's love-filled kiss, gwendolyn hardly registered the command karla instructed.

yet, she found herself hovering right over karla's thighs, hands-on karla's shoulders. looking right into her girlfriend's eyes, she blushed and eased herself right onto karla's lap.

"perfect, ma chérie." cooed karla. "absolutely perfect."

"a-am i too heavy? i don't wanna hurt—"

"no. i promise you're not," karla soothed, placing her hands around gwen's waist."you're so, so beautiful. the prettiest woman in my life."

and with the smallest second of a warning, karla brought their lips together.

gwen shivered at her. words, squirming in her lap as karla's hands trailed down to her exposed thighs and caressed them.

karla's fingers reached the back of gwen's dress, slipping off the red material and revealing black undergarments.

"god. look at you." her hands cupped under gwen's warm breasts. "beautiful."

those piercing brown eyes gazed right back at gwendolyn, forefinger hooked through the ruined black underwear.

"you're dripping all over me. you want 'em off, don't you?"

gwen nodded her head vividly as she drooled. "please! i just want to see you..."

"oh, sweet girl. always the sweetest— even when i'm about to fuck your brains out."

karla practically tore off her shirt, letting the discarded garment onto the floor.

gently, she laid gwendolyn against the bed on her back, then unzipped her pants, sliding them off.

gwendolyn's face flushed. it wasn't the first time they'd done this, yet still...

"darling? you should be looking at my face, no?"

in the span of her being laid on the bed, karla was now hovering over her, legs on either side of gwendolyn.

"mm.. m'ready." gwen whispered, tone whiny.

before she could catch her breath, karla was in. all the way in and gwendolyn could feel her in the deepest parts of her stomach, pressing against her g-spot with no mercy.

within the room's tranquility, their skin slapped against each other every time karla moved her hips.

gwen felt tears fall from her eyes at the pounding simulation, countless shivers of pleasure running down her spine.

"m-more! more, feels so good..." gwendolyn began repeating, her moans becoming filthier every second.

karla then readjusted herself— now holding gwendolyn's leg as she fucked.

she began thrusting up into gwen, feeling the tip of her dick brushing the girl's cervix repeatedly. her girl only let out the prettiest of whines each time.

"fuck, i'm almost there," karla muttered near gwen's ear.

karla uttered words to gwendolyn, yet the freckled girl's mind was gone. focused only on her own pleasure as karla's cock ran in and out of her.

gwen's senses left her body convulsing, a stream of drool slipping down her open mouth.

karla's dick rubbed against her sensitive walls sweetly, the deepest that she had ever felt karla inside. the length creating the small bump at the base of her stomach bulge within every thrust.

it wasn't long before karla came, inhaling sharply as she came, hot cum filling the girl completely. karla's mind went completely blank for a moment, her own pleasure consuming her whole.

so much stimulation made gwendolyn feel dizzy. she couldn't think, feeling like she was drowning in pleasure.

"s-so full..." gwen whispered. karla set her leg down on the bed, pressing a soft kiss on her wet lips.

"vous avez fait parfait, my good girl," praised karla. (you did perfect.)

gwendolyn calmly sighed, nuzzling closer to karla.

it was simply euphoric, with no stress found in her heart.

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IT'S HERE!!!! 🗣🔊

how was the smut y'all? did it hit like usual? 😏

what do you think will happen next?🤭🤭

i am SO SO SO sorry for hold long it took for me to upload this, i haven't had any good inspiration in a while and school has been super busy☹️☹️

but i promise i'll try and get back to a (somewhat) regular uploading schedule!

thank you so much,

- blushlily 🫶🏾🫶🏾