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against Leigh’s lips. She licks it, wetting it so that I can easily slide it inside her — not that she’s in need of the lube.
    Leigh has fun with her licking, then sets the wand between us. I add my tongue to the play. We lick from our sides, each pretending the finger’s an ivory dick we’ll be sharing between us, rather than a plastic dildo I’m about to plunge into her pussy.  
    This is fun. Richard and I rarely use toys. He says they’re for people who don’t know how to fully use their bodies. He’s right, but that doesn’t make them any less fun.  
    “I’ve missed you,” Leigh giggles.  
    “I’ve missed you, too,” I say, realizing it’s true.  
    I run the wand up and down her lips, a few times in each direction, then push the finger’s head into her hole.  
    Leigh moans and flexes around the wand. I pull it out, covered in her juices. Groaning, Leigh lifts her ass from the bed and presses her pussy against the wand, pushing it deeper. I look up and see Leigh looking down. Her swollen breasts, puffy nipples, wide-open mouth, and gorgeous, brown eyes, flecked with green from the sun’s light that spills through the window — it all makes me want her.  
    I can’t imagine the size of my smile as I plunge her faster and deeper, getting off on the sounds of Leigh’s pleasured heaving, her trembling pussy, and the scent of her cunt, ripe right under my nose.  
    I wedge the wand deeper, a millimeter per plunge, until it is buried to the handle, just under my knuckles. I look up, find Leigh’s eyes, smile, then push it the remainder of the way so my knuckles are pressed against her glistening folds. I start licking Leigh’s clit at the top.  
    Her hands are curled tight into the bed sheets. She yanks them toward her. I’m flat on the bed, breasts to the sheets, writhing against the mattress, teasing my cunt while I satisfy Leigh’s.  
    She moans harder and faster. I need her screaming.  
    I lift from the bed, moving so I’m above her, looking down on Leigh’s soaking hole, juicing the wand as I push it inside her. I switch the wand to my left hand, holding steady, adding two fingers to her folds, just above the wand, rubbing tight circles that mirror my thrusting.
    Leigh screams and explodes all over my hand.  
    Juice glazes my knuckles as she hollers. I continue to plunge.  
    Leigh reaches back, grabs the headboard, and uses her other hand to maul her own tits. She’s yelling and screaming, begging me to go faster, then pleading with me to stop.  
    I’m laughing, unwilling to slow, enjoying her pleasure. So different from Richard’s, more like my own.  
    I send Leigh into another orgasm. She soaks my face.  
    I love her sounds, and long to make some of my own.  
    Soon.  
    Leigh finishes, and shudders to a wonderful still. I blush her with kisses on her quivering lips while waiting for her body to quiet, then rise from between her legs. We kiss.  
    With one hand on her leg, just above the knee, and the other on her opposite shoulder, I taste her. Just as she is tasting me.  
    She puts her flattened fingers on top of my panty-covered cunt and starts rubbing me over the fabric. I softly kiss her, pushing my pelvis against her hand until I’m starting to whimper.  
    Leigh smiles, pulls off my panties, and drops them in a pile beside her own.  
    She reaches my pussy with a whisper.  
    Leigh starts slowly like I did, short flicks darting into my middle, before going faster, harder, and deeper. She parts my pussy lips, and wedges her tongue into my center. I close my eyes, grab my knees — one per palm — and pull my legs toward me.  
    I moan, luxuriating in her tongue as Leigh starts lapping me faster, sponging attention at the top of my clit and filling my body with shivers. She’s bent on all fours, her ass in the air.  
    Leigh draws back, pulling her face from my pussy so she can do a better job with her fingers. She rubs me hard until I am begging.  
    “Stop it,