You shake your head. You don’t want to interfere, you just want to see her, hear her, feel her shake the bed as she lets her o****m go. At your refusal she closes her eyes and falls into the pleasures the redhead is giving her again, and your lips part as hers do, your breath catches as you see her ribs rise, and it’s so easy to imagine yourself being her, underneath the redhead’s insistent tongue – when the darker woman cries out your jaw drops and you gasp with relief for her, for you both. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath, but you were.
The black woman sinks back on the bed, and reaches her hands down to run through the rising redheaded woman’s hair. The redhead looks at you.
“Are you sure?” she asks, an invitation.
If you’re not sure about just watching anymore,
