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[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Ahem.. I have no ask for this as it was a birthday fic written for a dear friend 👀 Transfem!Sal x Bratty Reader x Donna.. I.. ahem.. hope some of you will like it! ♥️ Gonna put it all under a cut since I know not everyone is into ships like this.

“Aye… if yeh’d jus’ behave, luv.”

You could feel the smirk that Sal had curled across her lips from behind your backside, a wholly sinful look decorating Donna’s face as she toyed with the end of the black leash that held you. The two of them had been teasing you relentlessly for well over an hour now - a retribution you had undoubtedly brought upon yourself. You had been bratty - exceptionally so - with the fact that it was your birthday only forcing your brattiness to an even higher level.

“Make me.”

You said the words again without a single thought, with nothing more than the utter need of seeing just how far you could push the both of them. A deep growl moving through Sal’s throat like a rumble of thunder as she forcefully grabbed onto your hips - pulling your backside firmly against her. Her dual cocks, firm - hard - throbbing against the thin lining of your underwear as she held you in place.

“I said behave.”

Sal’s growl moving through her throat and across the flushed skin of your neck as she leaned further down, sinking her fingernails into the soft flesh of your hips - puling you back again.

“Fuck-!”

You closed your eyes for just a moment, resting your forehead on the soft sheets of Donna’s bed until the unmistakable scent of her danced over you - forcing your eyelids open. The sight before you instantly making your mouth go dry. Every inch of the doll-maker's beautiful olive skin laid out before you.

“Come now, cara mia.” She practically purred, giving you a coy little smile. A single leg swaying teasingly as she shifted herself just enough to expose her glistening folds - the effects from flustering you ever so prevalent in the dim lighting of the room. “Behave for us, tesoro.. and I’ll let you taste.. all of this.”

She smirked, biting her bottom lip before spreading her legs wider for you - the indulgent musk of her almost overwhelming as it rolled over you in waves, forcing you to curse under your breath. A slight whimper across your lips as she pulled on your leash - bringing your head just inches from her core.

The sound of Sal’s chuckle.. the length of her womanhood sliding up and down the slit of you - soaking the thin fabric of your underwear with your own desire.. the smell of thick arousal in the air.. well, it was all almost too much to handle

“Fuck, okay! I’ll behave.. I’ll be good.. just, fuck!”

Sal chuckled again before firmly striking your backside - the width of her hand leaving a deep crimson across the skin of it. “Heh, sound a lot better if yer begged fer it, luv.”

At that you could only whimper, crying out as Donna yanked on your leash a little harder. The deep musk of her quickly enveloping your senses - breaking any last bit of reserve that you had left. You wanted them - both - and badly. To be utterly stuffed by Sal while tasting the finest of Italian cuisines herself.

“Fuck! Just.. please?"

"Aye."

It was more of a growl than a reply, more of a warning than a reward - with Sal's fingers gripping the hem of your underwear and roughly pulling them down. Another yelp from your lips as the palm of her hand met your backside once more, helping to spread your cheeks and part your folds as she readied herself against both of your entrances.

"Gonna follow yer pace, sweetheart. Yer tongue stops an' so do I."

You only cursed, nodding quickly before settling yourself down at the doll-maker's core. The sweet juices of her already trickling down in anticipation.

And oh, how you moaned. Muffled deep into Donna's soft folds as soon as you took her into your mouth. Sal's cocks sliding into you slowly at the same time - sufficiently filling you. Her hips still, cocks throbbing inside you until your tongue swept over Donna's clit. A movement that was quickly rewarded by a hard thrust.

"That's it, cara mia. Quella è la mia ragazza brava." Donna whispered.

You whimpered into her, sucking on her clit before lengthening your tongue deep inside of her. A profound heat moving across your body as your core and ass stretched deliciously around Sal, the width of her cocks filling you with each thrust - heated slick dripping down your inner thighs as she drove them firmly into you.

The collar around your neck pulled a little tighter as Donna strengthened her grasp, tangling her fingers in your hair. Her meticulous hands holding your face in place as she rolled her hips up into you, moaning softly. The sweet sounds that fell from her lips, the soft grunts that rolled across Sal - all building your arousal to unforeseen levels. It was all you could do to taste.. to feel.. to smell. An intoxicating blend of musk prevalent in the air. Donna's desire covering your mouth and face as the length of Sal's womanhood dove deeper and deeper in - compelling you to lengthen your tailbone and widen your legs.

"Heh.. greedy lil' slut, are yeh?"

"Mph-"

You responded the only way you could - moaning into Donna as your flattened your tongue against the slit of her and slid it up to her clit. Her hips jerked, tightening the grasp she had on your hair as you wrapped an arm around each of her thighs - pulling her closer. Her soft whimpers growing in volume as you lavished over every inch of her dripping core.

Sal's pace picked up - feeling her twitch inside you as Donna's breath started to hitch within her throat.

"Mh.. you're so good, tesoro." The doll-maker's lean body writhed as she moaned - her hips moving in unison with Sal's.

You had never felt so full before, so utterly claimed. There wasn't a single cell within you that wasn't completely overcome with desire … with want.. with the absolute need for release. A deeply prickling heat starting to move across your body as Sal's cocks drove mercilessly in and out of you - throbbing against your walls.. against the heated flesh that separated them - her own desire seeping out ever so slightly.

She slapped your ass again - hard - pulling a sharp cry from your lips that vibrated agaisnt Donna's clit, forcing her to moan.

"Aye.. tha's my good slut."

She knew how wet it got you when she called you that - when she took you however she wanted - using you in whatever way she seemed fit only to leave you a breathless mess beneath her.

"Cara mia.. I'm so close."

Donna's voice was so coated in need it almost made you whimper at just the sound of it. Your tongue picking up it's pace as Sal's hips did the same - moving slightly more erratically than before. Her dual cocks hard inside you. Juices coating your your inner highs and up to your ass, dripping from your core unhindered with each pump of Sal's womanhood. A deep shudder rolling across your body, forcing you to pull away and mutter a single, breathless word.

"P-please."

Sal only growled, picking her pace even more - her fingernails sinking deep into your skin as she pulled you back roughly against her, panting.

Donna's climax was first, spilling heatedly into your mouth as the orgasm swiftly overtook her. Her sweet juices warm like honey down your throat as you drank her in as much of her as you could. Her taste wholly addictive - coating your tongue and invading your senses. The profound heat and pressure in your core building to an unbearable level, ripping one whimper after another from your needy lips as Sal kept her pace.

Donna's movements slowly coming to halt just as you could feel Sal's hips jerk from behind - her cocks twitching deep inside you as her thick desire squirted out from them, sufficiently filling you. Forcing a tidal wave of heat across your body as your own pleasure finally crashed over you - slick arousal gushing out and soaking the mattress below you with each jerk of your hips. A screamless curse buried deep into the doll-maker's thigh as you bit down onto it, riding out your pleasure until Sal finally began to slow her pace.

"Holy.. fuck.. Sal."

She only chuckled in response, releasing her grasp on your hips. Donna's breath starting to even out as she leaned over, unhooking the leash from your collar before promptly falling back against the bed. A wholly wet sound, a slight gasp as Sal slowly slid her still throbbing cock from your body, leaving you with an utterly empty feeling.

"Heh... is yer birthday, after all."

"Well then, Happy fucking Birthday to me."

She chuckled again as you took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you lowered your overly flushed body to the bed. Donna's steady breath in front of you and the feeling of Sal's warmth as she laid against your backside, her strong arms swiftly wrapping around you - holding you close against her firm body long after the minutes on your birthday had passed.