Hihello How R U ?? :3

hihello how r u ?? :3

Shauna shipman whimpers in French into your ear when she's balls deep inside you.

That's it. That's the thought.

-🍭

you know what hell yeah 🍭 anon!! 🙂‍↕️ (nsfw content so mdni. also, again, i do not speak french!)

shauna’s face is buried in the crook of your neck. there’s sweat on her forehead, dark strands of hair clinging to it in damp lines, and her breath bursts from her lips in desperate pants.

she‘s clearly holding back, her hips rutting back and forth on every second breath in an attempt to make the moment last.

after eating you out, both to make sure you could take her and make up for the short time she would last once she’d fuck you properly, shauna now has you pinned to the mattress. your legs are open wide, giving her the room she needs to move between them, rolling her hips back and forth.

barely a few minutes in, and shauna’s grip on the english language has already vanished, reduced to breathless french phrases and muttered curses. “oh, mon dieu,” she groans as she bottoms out, drawing a moan from your lips in response to feeling her there.

her pillows and sheets are soft against your back, a stark contrast to the way she is currently holding you: hands on both of your legs, pushing your knees up against your chest to keep you open for her.

shauna’s breath hitches at a particularly good thrust that has you clenching for more around her length. “mhm, comme ça!”

“yeah?” you pant, hardly feeling any more coherent than shauna herself with how deep she’s fucking into you already. “do you like that?”

“oui- yes! m’sorry,” she slurs.

her teeth graze your collarbones, only the ghost of a touch that lacks its usual sharpness. you can’t deny that you love it when shauna gets like this, though: a babbling, mindless version only you get to see of her, too drunk on the sensation of your body to string together her words.

you run your hands through her hair when her hips piston forward slightly faster. the wetness between your legs squelches obscenely where shauna buries herself deeper and deeper inside your cunt, leaving your body no choice but to accommodate the stretch of her needs.

shauna pulls out once, moving her hips agonizingly slow to watch you part for her. she’s glistening wet under the light that comes falling through her curtains, coated in your arousal from root to tip. she groans at the sight, moaning a weak “putain,” before sinking back into you.

the sound of her skin slapping against yours grows louder the more shauna picks up the pace. “sorry,” she whimpers, her lack of control pathetic compared to her usual self. “j’ai besoin de toi…”

“it’s okay,” you manage, clinging to her now that she’s starting to fuck you harder. “it’s okay shauna, fuck me.”

and, oh, she does: with your short but desperate plead, the last of her restraints slip away and shauna readjusts above you, spreading your legs wider.

“god,” she groans, her nails scratching over your sides. “t'es trop belle…”

you know by the way she’s moving more and more erratically that shauna won’t last long. it’s not that you really want her to; the sight of her cumming is one that you can hardly ever deprive yourself of. besides, it’s not like not getting anything from this yourself: each time shauna rocks forward, she strokes up against your g-spot, reaching much deeper than her fingers ever did.

“shauna, please-“

she nods her head, her breath warming your throat in short puffs where she’s keeping her face hidden. her whole attic room smells of sex at this rate, and you’re forever grateful mrs. shipman has left earlier, or else she would definitely hear shauna’s bed slamming into the wall.

“t’es proche?“ she grunts. “fuck- i mean- are you close?”

if your moans weren’t enough of an indicator yet, you nod and let your hand fall between your thighs, rubbing your clit in sync with shauna’s thrusts.

“bonne fille,” she praises before ducking back against you, whimpering some more incoherent words until the feeling of your walls fluttering around her sends shauna over the edge.