Beth pushed forward, her nostrils filling with a pungent musk as she buried her face between Claire’s thighs. Her mouth was wide open and squashed against hot, slippery lips as she kissed her Mistress’s cunt and plunged her tongue deep inside. Her head was being held and the bare mound rubbed into her as she probed within the confines of the velvet-soft passage. Her face was slick with juices as she came up for air and spied the pulsing bud, totally free of its hood and demanding attention. Beth used fingers to replace her tongue and sucked the bud between her lips, eliciting a scream from her Mistress.
The climax was almost immediate. Claire bucked and yelled and drenched Beth’s thrusting fingers, coming over and over in waves. With almost no recovery time she pushed Beth off and manhand
