Nichola lifts one eyebrow skeptically, glancing between Melanie's thoroughly fucked body and her declaration to leave.
"You think you should head home? Melanie you can barely walk. Look at yourself. I'm pretty sure my bed has ruined your legs permanently."
She chuckles, propping herself up on one elbow to eye Melanie teasingly. "Stay the night. Unless you wanna explain to people why you're limping like you rode a horse backwards."
Melanie laughs "I should go though, I need to get back."
Nichola sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Well, if you insist on being a stubborn bitch, fine. But fuck, it sucks!" She sits up, stretching her sore muscles with a groan.
Nichola watches Melanie gather her clothes, her expression unreadable. "You do realize you're covered in girl-cum and sweat, right? And your hair looks like a bird nested in it."
She smirks slightly, watching Melanie try to tame her wild locks. "So, what was this again?"
Melanie stops, "what do you mean?"
"I know I've made you scream bloody murder since last night, but are we... what? Friends who fingerbang when it's convenient?"
Melanie stands, holding her clothes over herself, unsure how to respond. Nichola says "look, I'm going to go for a shower, if you're gone when I get out, then you're gone...if you stay I'm going to fuck you silly with a strap on I got a while ago."
Nichola grins, standing up and wrapping an arm around Melanie's waist, pulling her into a tight hug. "If you stay, you know damn well I'm going to use that strap-on on you until you can't cum any more over it."
Nichola goes in the shower, Melanie heads to the kitchen, she drinks water and washes her face and hands, feeling the fresh water and coolness, she goes back to the room, to finish getting things together, her legs still shaky.
Nichola emerges from the shower within minutes with a towel wrapped loosely around her body, her skin glowing. She stops short when she sees Melanie still there, a smirk spreading across her face. "Well, well, well... look who didn't run away."
Melanie laughs, "You didn't exactly give me a lot of time, and besides, my legs aren't working."
Nichola chuckles, dropping the towel to reveal her bare, wet body. She walks over to Melanie. "That's because I've fucked you silly with my fucking cunt, tongue and hand."
She reaches out, trailing a finger along Melanie's jaw. "And I promised you something if you stayed, didn't I?"
Melanie laughs "did you?"
Nichola raises an eyebrow. "You have memory loss now? Jesus. 'If you stay, I'm gonna pound your pussy with my strap-on.' Those were my words, more or less." She grins wickedly. "You wanna know something else?"
Melanie replies, "what?"
"I fucking love the way your cunt drips..." She moves closer, her bare body pressed against Melanie's "You've left a fucking trail of girl-jizz everywhere. living room, Floor. My bed..."
Her hand trails down Melanie's neck, stopping just above her breasts. "And fyi, I bought that strap-on specifically imagining forcing my way into some girl's pussy just in case I got lucky on tinder and wanted to look like I knew what I was doing...Never actually used it though - until now"
She leans closer, her breath warm against Melanie's ear. "You lucky little slut, getting this special treatment" She spins Melanie around gently and pats her ass.
Nichola continues "if you tell me 'no', I won't use it. But if you say 'yes?" Nichola licks her lips slowly. "I'm gonna bend you over, make you scream again, and ruin that pussy even more."
Nichola's hands grip Melanie's hips possessively, pulling her closer to feel the imaginary harness against her thighs. "So, what's it gonna be, Melanie? You gonna take it like a good girl and let me practice on you?"
Nichola runs her fingers along Melanie's back, down to her waist. "Or you gonna make me pout and sulk because you won't let me play with my toy?"
Melanie tenses slightly at nichola's words, then laughs softly. "You're crazy! And how big is this thing?" She asks curiously, biting her bottom lip.
"Crazy? Nah, just horny... only crazy thing is the way you're going to get pounded." She grins, pulling back slightly to meet Melanie's eyes with a mischievous glint.
"As for the strap-on..." She holds her hands a good twelve inches apart, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "And it's curved just right to hit all those magical spots on you."
Melanie moans "fuck!"
You scared?" Nichola teases softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners with laughter. "You know there are girls who take horses dicks up their slit, right? A strap on is nothing." She grins mischievously.
"Just stay bent over on the bed, don't look". Melanie keeps looking forward as Nichola moves around behind her, placing the strap on onto herself.