Wren was close too. Her thighs clamped around Mira’s head, her moans becoming shrill. “I’m gonna c*m! Make me c*m, Mira!”
Mira redoubled her efforts, sucking Wren’s c**t hard, flicking her tongue over the tip. At the same time, she reached down with her free hand and found her own c**t, rubbing frantic circles. The triple stimulation—mouth on p***y, c**k in p***y, hand on c**t—was unbearable.
Wren came first. Her body stiffened, and a flood of wetness, hotter and thicker than Mira’s ownsquirt, gushed over Mira’s chin and neck. Wren screamed, her p***y pulsing against Mira’s tongue.
The sensation of Wren’s climax, the taste of her release, pushed Mira over the edge. Her own orgasm exploded, this one a deep, uterine convulsion that felt like her insides were turning inside out. Her p***y
