I looked up just as she parted her lips with the tip of her tongue, meeting another pair of lips. Even through the crimson darkness I could tell it was hard, deep, hot.
My ultimate bi*tch-on-bi*tch fantasy coming to life. I had felt them moving on top of me, knew it was inevitable and was quite pleased it was happening so soon. I sensed its fruition just in time to catch that first glimpse of my own personal goddess-sent, ambrosia-dripping dream.
As the intensity of the kiss mounted, their fingers—working individually, then in tandem, then separately again. They increased the intensity with which they f****d my cunt.
They stretched me wider as the two pairs of lips worked each other over and two pairs of hands heightened my already sensitive sense of touch.
Surprised by each new mov
