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I come closer to Jayme until I am only a few inches from her. I stroke the side of her face gently, brush my fingertips over her soft lips. She tried to kiss them but I retreat, leaving her to stare up at me with longing. I take a step back, finding Denise directly behind me, waiting.
I cup the side of Denise’s face in my hand and bring my lips to hers, kissing her fully, my tongue sliding delicately into her mouth. Her hands run up the sides of my body, over my breasts. I moan softly, almost yanking her by the front of her shirt until her supple body is pressed up against mine, our arms holding each other close. I bask in her warmth, my hands moving down the slope of the small of her back, over her firm derrière.
Denise slips her fingers under the spaghetti straps of my tank top, lowering them over my arms, then pulling my top off over my head. I’m not wearing a bra, having woken up not long ago and still in my sleepwear. She runs her fingers over the smooth skin of my belly, the underside of my small breasts. Her soft touch is addictive, and I feel my clit ignite in my pants.
She kisses me more deeply now, her lips moving towards my neck and brushing against my cheek, my jaw, my neck, below my ear. I shiver involuntarily, since she knows my sensitive spots. She touches my nipples, already hard for her, tracing her delicate fingertips around them, pinching them lightly, cupping my breasts in her hands. The fact that Jayme is a breath away from us doesn’t faze me, and I almost forget about her as Denise lowers her torso to kiss her way down my chest. I feel her hot mouth over my nipples, down the line of my stomach, her tongue dipping into the hollow of my navel, making me twitch.
Denise stares up at me, now on her knees before me on the floor, hooking her fingers into the sides of my loose pants and slowly sliding them down over my legs. I step out of them, wearing only a pair of navy boy shorts, which she brings down my thighs, too, revealing the thin strip of hair at the apex of my thighs.
Denise’s mouth trails over my inner thighs, bidding me to spread my legs a further apart. I feel her hot breath against my nether lips, making me sigh as she alternates between each thigh, smoothing her hands over my ass, gently pulling me closer to her mouth. She looks up at me again with that lovely, lusty gaze of hers, and I watch as her mouth closes over my clit, her tongue slipping between the moist folds of my femininity. My head falls back as I moan, and I see Jayme staring at us, her eyes clouded over with desire. She is straining against her restraints, the supple muscles of her arms and belly flexing as she tries to move closer.
The slow, rhythmic strokes of Denise’s tongue make me even wetter, and I run my hands through her hair as she slides her fingers into me, the pads of her fingers rubbing against my G-spot as she continues to tease my clit with the slick underside of her tongue. She knows my body so well, I think to myself, my hips arching closer to her face.
I glance at Jayme, licking her lips with anticipation, looking hungry, jealous that only Denise seems to be having dessert. My gaze slips over Jayme’s supple body, down to the crux of her thighs, where I can already see a few drops of moisture. I reach out and run my fingers over her belly, sweeping over her neck, her lips, letting her suck on my fingers for an instant before pulling away again, watching her writhe. This excites me more, and Denise can feel it, stroking my G-spot more roughly with her fingers, circling my clit with her tongue.
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