The buzz of Chappell Roan's phone had been non-stop all day, each notification pulling her deeper into the flirtatious back and forth she'd been having with Julia Wolf. It started innocent enough, well, kind of. Chappell sending a selfie in her crop top, the hem riding up to tease the underside of her full breasts. Julia fired back with a shot of herself in a skimpy lace bodysuit, the fabric clinging to her toned ass like a second skin.
Things escalated quite quickly from there. Chappell stripped down to just thigh-high stockings, snapping a mirror pic that showed her perky tits fully exposed, nipples stiff from the thrill. Julia upped the ante with a series of poses on her bed. first in a sheer robe that did nothing to hide her shaved pussy lips peeking through, then one where she hiked up her short skirt, revealing she wasn't wearing panties at all, her bare slit glistening slightly under the soft light of her phone's camera.
Chappell couldn't resist replying with a close-up of her own fingers tracing her inner thigh, inching toward her wet folds, captioned "These fingers be lonely, mind helping them out?" Julia obliged, sending a video of herself spreading her legs wide, fingers parting her pussy to display the inside, her clit already swollen.
By the evening, it was clear they had to do something about this and put it to rest. Although given what they wanted, resting wasn't something that would be happening. "Come over," Chappell texted, along with about a hundred different emojis for sex, some of which Julia didn't even know existed.
Julia's response was simple and to the point as usual with her. "On my way. I hope you follow the dress code. Try to not be so extra this time." Julia both liked and didn't like Chappell's love of going over-the-top with things. She did think it could be pretty fun, but at the same time, she also wish she'd be more like her and would just cut through the bullshit and get to the point of things.
When Julia arrived at Chappell's New York apartment, the door barely closed before the two women collided. Chappell's hands fisted in Julia's tank top, yanking it up and over her head to reveal those same tits from the photos. Round and firm, with pale pink nipples begging to be sucked on and licked. Julia kicked off her shoes and shoved Chappell against the wall, their mouths fusing together in a sloppy, desperate, horny kiss. Tongues intertwined as Julia's fingers found the button of Chappell's short shorts, quickly removing them
True to her word, Chappell was naked underneath, her smooth skin flushed, pussy already wet and ready.
"God, those pictures didn't do you justice," Julia said, her voice husky as she palmed Chappell's ass, squeezing hard. Chappell moaned into the kiss, her own hands working Julia's jeans open, shoving them down along with her panties in one quick motion. Julia stepped out of them, her bare pussy brushing against Chappell's thigh, leaving a trail of wetness that Chappell knew she'd have to clean up later. They stumbled toward the couch, shedding the last of their clothes, with Julia's bra snapping free, letting her breasts bounce as Chappell pushed her down onto the cushions.
Chappell straddled Julia's lap, grinding her dripping pussy against Julia's stomach while leaning down to capture a nipple between her teeth. She bit gently, then sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the hardening peak. Julia arched up, her hands roaming Chappell's back before sliding down to grip her hips. "Fuck, your tits feel amazing." Chappell said, switching to Julia's other nipple, nipping and licking until Julia began to thrash.
Julia flipped them over with a surprising amount of strength, pinning Chappell beneath her. She kissed a hot path down Chappell's neck, over her collarbone, and latched onto one of her breasts. While she licked and sucked on the breast in her mouth, one of her hands trailed lower. Her fingers found Chappell's soaked pussy, sliding through the folds to circle her clit with firm strokes.
Chappell's walls clenched around the intrusion, her juices coating Julia's hand as she thrust deeper, curling two fingers to stroke Chappell's G-Spot. But Chappell wanted more. She pushed Julia off, both of them taking a minute to catch their breath. "I want my face in your thighs." Chappell sang, mimicking the way Julia sang the chorus of her biggest hit. She then shoved Julia onto her back, kneeling between Julia's thighs. Her tongue lapped at Julia's outer lips, before slipping inside, fucking her with quick licks. Julia's fingers tangled in Chappell's hair, pulling her closer as she moaned for her to keep going. Also something about her being glad that Chappell couldn't say another mood-ruining joke, but Chappell wasn't really paying attention to that last bit.
Chappell added her fingers, three now plunging into Julia's pussy while her mouth locked over her clit, sucking rhythmically. Julia's hips jerked upwards, her body tensing as her first orgasm built. Chappell didn't let up, she just let her tongue flick relentlessly until Julia climaxed, her pussy pulsing, flooding Chappell's mouth. Gasping, Julia pulled Chappell up for a messy kiss, tasting herself on her lips.
They shifted, legs intertwining in a scissor position, pussies pressing together. Chappell also made a stupid motion with her fingers that looked like scissors, knowing it would annoy Julia, which would make her put more effort into fucking her.
Julia matched the rhythm, hands cupping Chappell's tits, pinching her nipples. Julia came again first, her cries echoing as her pussy throbbed against Chappell's. The sensation pushed Chappell over the edge, leaving them both spent.
The End
Topic: I Want Your Face In My Thighs (Chappell Roan and Julia Wolf) (Read 2463 times)