Pauline's Living Room
"Pauline, is that you calling me?" Olga entered the room, surprised to find her friend in such a state of disarray. Pauline was sprawled out on the couch, her blouse half-unbuttoned, and a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Yes, I need your help," Pauline responded, her voice dripping with desire. She beckoned Olga towards her, and before Olga could protest, Pauline had pulled her towards the wall and was passionately kissing her.
Olga, taken aback, struggled to resist the onslaught of Pauline's lips. But Pauline's hands had already undone Olga's shirt and were working their way down her pants. Olga realized she couldn't easily escape (and not particularly wanting to), started undoing Pauline's clothing as well, revealing her naked form.
Pauline, meanwhile, had already started fondling one of Olga's unique features - her 20-centimeter member (Olga was a futanari, and Pauline knew this). Olga's member began to emerge from her underwear, eager for more. Pauline didn't keep it waiting, dropping to her knees and taking it in her mouth like a seasoned pro.
She took it all the way to the base, while Olga placed her hands on Pauline's head, helping her push it deeper when it became difficult. After some time, Pauline decided that Olga's member was slick enough, pulled it out of her mouth, and turned around, bending over.
She lowered her pants just enough to reveal her wet pussy and ass, inviting Olga in. Olga understood what Pauline wanted without words, guiding her member along Pauline's wet slit, slapping her ass, and taking her by the hands.
She thrust into Pauline's ass with one swift motion, starting to fuck her hard and fast. Pauline cried out in surprise but quickly began to moan, enjoying the rough treatment. She even failed to notice that she'd begun to leak like a faucet, lost in the pleasure of the moment.
Olga's thrusts became more urgent, and Pauline could feel herself getting closer to the edge. She reached down to touch herself, and Olga slapped her hand away. "No, let me do it," she growled, and Pauline obliged, surrendering herself to Olga's control.
Olga's fingers found Pauline's clit, and she began to rub it in time with her thrusts. Pauline's moans grew louder, and she felt herself on the brink of ecstasy.
"Come for me, Pauline," Olga commanded, and Pauline did, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. She cried out Olga's name as she came, and Olga followed soon after, emptying herself inside Pauline's willing body.
They collapsed on the floor, panting and sweating, their bodies entwined. "That was quite a surprise," Olga said, smiling.
"Yes, it was," Pauline replied, still breathless. "But I'm glad you were here to help me."
Olga chuckled. "Anytime, Pauline. Anytime."
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