Munch!kate Bishop Drabble Bc There Is No Doubt In My Mind That She Will Spend As Much Of Her Free Time

munch!kate bishop drabble bc there is no doubt in my mind that she will spend as much of her free time as she can between your thighs! nsfw below the cut

“so pretty, baby, fuck,” kate groans, eyes transfixed on the sight of her fingers sliding in and out of you.

she’s been between your legs for hours. her pupils are blown, eyes wide and dark as they dart between you and your cunt. she revels in every reaction she draws from you, her own clit throbbing at your little noises. more than once her spare hand has darted down between her legs to relieve herself, spurred on by your pretty noises. even after all the times you’ve cum for her tonight you’re still so tight around her fingers, your pussy creamy and your slick spilling down your thighs. she dips her head to run her tongue across your clit, and a fire ignites in her belly at the fucked-out little cry you let out.

“fuck, katie,” you manage, voice hoarse from the amount of times you’ve called her name. she’s making you feel so good, fingers thrusting into you steadily, fucking into that one spot that makes your legs shake. your hand slides down to grip at her hair and she moans against your clit when you tug on it gently.

“so,” she murmurs incoherently, head swimming, beyond drunk on your pussy, just as fucked out as you are, “you’re so fucking pretty, baby, all spread out for me, my girl.” the sight of her face glistening with your arousal as she returns to lapping at your pussy with vigour, her pretty face between your legs, is enough to push you over the edge again — you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve orgasmed tonight, it’s hard to focus on anything but the white-hot burn at the apex of your thighs as you come on kate’s tongue and around her fingers.

“so— so good,” you cry, writhing. kate whimpers unabashedly against your pussy at the sight of you, at the feel of you, when you’re lost to the throes of pleasure. she fucks you through your orgasm, and then into overstimulation, absolutely insatiable when it comes to you.

“s— s’too much,” you beg, even as your hips grind up into her face. the ease with which she pins them back into place only sends a fresh wave of arousal gushing out onto her fingers.

“so wet,” she coos, “all of this for me, huh? you can take another, baby, can’t you?”

you whine as yet another of her fingers presses into you, and you succumb to her yet again.