Jennie lets out a torrent of moans at [Y/N]'s eager actions, lapping and kissing her pussy like she hasn't eaten in forever. Her tongue would tease her clenching hole before licking back up to draw patterns on her swollen clit.
"Mmmm, so good, baby…" Jennie mewls, her toes curling.
Spurred by the endless praises, [Y/N] sticks her tongue into her sopping hole and lightly grazes the hard nub with her teeth, moaning against her cunt when her walls squeeze around the pink muscle. Above her, the brunette arches her back as another high-pitched moan breaks into the air. Jennie's hand digs into her [h/c] hair and holds onto it as leverage, nails scratching at her scalp.
[Y/N] wraps her big hands around her tiny waist and yanks Jennie closer until her ass is on the edge of the couch. She sucks the sensitive nub between her lips and flicks at it will her tongue.
"Ohh, fuck! That's sooo good, puppy… so, so good, hah… fuck, like that… God—fuck!" Jennie chants like a mantra, tugging on her hair with each lick. The heels of her feet prod at [Y/N]'s shoulder blades, urging her impossibly closer as she brings her to the edge of glory.
[Y/N] sticks two longer fingers into her tight cunt and pumps them in and out diligently while sucking on her clit. She nips on her folds and adds a third finger once Jennie loosens a little for her. She's glad her fingers are long because she's able to reach the deepest part of her cunt and abuse her g-spot with each thrust.
Jennie writhes as her head falls back, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull. Her thighs threaten to clamp around [Y/N]'s head, but the latter has a firm hand on the back of her knee to keep her spread open.
"Fuck, fuck, [Y/N]—fuck, I'm gonna—God!"
The sounds Jennie makes only encourage her to keep eating her out while finger-fucking her. [Y/N] ignores the cramp in her jaw and the pain in her wrist as she focuses on bringing Jennie over the edge.
"M'so close, puppy," Jennie whines, grinding her pussy against her face.
When her gaze flits down to look at the younger girl, the coil in her stomach tightens at the sight alone. One hard flick of her wrist and a rough suction on her clit has Jennie seeing stars. A shriek breaks through the air as her body tenses before the band in her core snaps. Her sweet taste squirts into [Y/N]'s mouth as her body convulses against the couch, her hips bucking uncontrollably.
[Y/N] suckles on her clit and slows down the pace of her fingers as she fucks her through the remainder of her orgasm, slowly grounding her. When she pulls back entirely from her pussy, she peers at the older woman while rubbing her thighs to soothe her. Her cat eyes are unfocused and half-lidded, and her bottom lip is swollen from all the biting.
As she recovers, Jennie looks down at her puppy, the lower half of her face glistening in her sticky juices and saliva. Her twitchy hand falls from her hair and moves to cup her cheek, softly giggling when [Y/N] rubs against her palm. Her thumb trails over [Y/N]'s cheekbone in a loving gesture.
"You're such a good puppy for Mommy, you know that? You did so well," she murmurs. "A messy eater, too, but I like that."
The younger girl beams at her paise, her imaginary tail wagging like crazy behind her.
Her husband is never attentive like that. He's too sloppy and rushes things to get to his turn quicker. Not to mention that he also busts a nut in less than two minutes flat, leaving Jennie disappointed and dry.
Jennie tugs [Y/N]'s muscle tee over her head and uses it as a rag to clean her face from her release. [Y/N] blushes at the motherly gesture, sitting patiently while Jennie coos at her. "There, all clean."
"Thank you, mmm… mmmooo—fuck…" [Y/N] curses under her breath, embarrassment assaulting her cheeks. She waits for the older woman to reprimand her, but instead, Jennie giggles at her pathetic attempt.
"You're still too shy to call me that, huh?"
[Y/N] nods meekly. "S-Sorry…"
"Don't worry, puppy. We'll take it slow. I'll break you in little by little," Jennie says. "Stand up."
Her soft palms run them up and down [Y/N]'s lean torso, feeling the grooves of her gaunt ribcage and the tight muscles of her fit abdomen. Jennie spreads her fingers over her breasts, which are still covered by her bra. It's a nice massage as a reward for pleasing her so well, and she learns that [Y/N] isn't too ticklish either.
"Do you work out a lot? Or were you just blessed by genetics?" Jennie quips.
"Um, my job requires a lot of activity... and I'm naturally like this, so both, I guess," [Y/N] answers, scratching her cheek.
Soon, Jennie's hands skim down to the waistband of her jean shorts, where the elastic band of her underwear peeks out. Of course, her hungry eyes can't miss the straining erection that's begging to be freed. She rubs the shape of her cock over the rough fabric and gives it a firm squeeze. [Y/N] hisses as her hips jerk at the touch. There's a damp spot where the tip of her cock shoulder, the material darker than usual.
"Let's get you out of these, hm?" Jennie unbuckles the utility belt first and tosses it to the side. Then, she unbuttons her shorts and pulls down the zipper so slowly that [Y/N] starts to breathe faster.
Jennie's palm rubs her clothed dick slowly. She can feel it grow impossibly harder and bigger. Her mouth is producing an excessive amount of saliva like some pervert. It's so thick and heavy. She can't wait to have it inside her.
"How often do you fuck around?" Jennie asks, her eyes glancing up at the flushed plumber.
[Y/N]'s eyebrows meet in the middle, her eyes becoming unfocused and glazed at the pleasure building up in her core. "I-I don't know… once in a while…"