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coated in moisture, and my pussy pinged distractingly,
revealing the state of my own excitement. It didn’t matter that I
had already climaxed, or that I was licking the pink insides of a
woman, who had been my childhood friend. It didn’t matter that I
would have to go to church and confess these sins. All I wanted was
to taste her. Fingers pressed into my scalp, urging me on.
    “Oh, my holy shit, Jess!”
    I rubbed her little nub while I drove my
tongue into her, wiggling it around back and forth and up and down.
I teased her with little circles, my saliva making her orifice
sodden, the excess falling to her buttcrack.
    “I’m gonna cum, Jess!” She thrust her hips up
into my face, wetting my nose. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good. It feels
soooo good.” She shuddered and groaned, her pussy shaking against
my lips, the muskiness of her coating my face. I lay next to her,
buzzing inside my tummy, my vagina so wet I needed a towel.
    She turned to me, burying her face in my
breasts. “Mommy.” It was strange to be called that. Her mouth
closed over a nipple, suckling it. “I’m sleeping here tonight.” She
sighed.
    I giggled, trying to deflect the tension
inside of me, but I was strung up tighter than a ball of twine. I
burned between my legs, my pussy throbbing and oozing with need. I
should be ashamed. I’d already orgasmed, and now I wanted to again.
My fingers drifted down my tummy, cupping my mound, a finger
sinking into soggy silk.
    “You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”
    “S-sorry.”
    “I wondered what you’d be like. We’re going
to have the best time.” She kissed me. “I smell myself on you. I
could make you feel good again. I could suck your pussy.”
    That sent a bolt of arousal through me. “Only
if you want to.”
    She laughed, “You’re so turned on. You poor
thing.” She slid down my body, her breath hot against my skin, as
she kissed my tummy. “Do you like this?” Her hand drifted to my
pussy.
    “Yes.” A finger dipped into me.
    “You’re so wet.”
    “I can’t help it.”
    “No, you can’t.”
    Carmen shifted and settled between my thighs.
I lifted my knees, anticipating her tongue. She blew air over me,
and I shivered. I was drenched with my own juices. Her finger
rubbed my nub, inflaming the little bud with sensation.
    “Ooohh…” Her tongue ran over the length of my
slit, leaving a wet streak. I thrust my hips off the bed and bathed
her mouth with my secretions.
    “Good God. You horny bitch!”
    “I’m so going to hell for this.” And I
don’t care .
    She giggled, “I’ll join you there. That’s
where all the fun is anyway.”
    “Whatever. Just suck me.”
    That slinky tongue toyed with my hole,
dipping deep and then thrusting back and forth. She massaged my
clit, rubbing her thumb over the wet globule. This sent my ass off
the bed and into her mouth. I held her face to me, pressing her
into my heated flesh. I was panting, my chest rising and falling.
My body was not in my control anymore. A sex goddess had taken
over.
    “Tell me you like it,” she gasped.
    “I like it.”
    “Tell me what you want.”
    “Fuck me, Carmen. Fuck me.”
    She drove deep; laving me thoroughly, while
her thumb stroked the engorged lump of my clit. I was a
hairsbreadth away from release; the sensations were overpowering
and blissful. My entire body buzzed with expectation, careening out
of control into the stratosphere. I knew the orgasm was going to be
epic. It was building like the rise of an enormous wave, fifty feet
tall and just as devastating.
    “CARMEN! Oh, God, CARMEN!” Bright sparks
flashed behind my eyelids, and I trembled against her mouth, as a
gush of moisture escaped and poured down my buttcrack.
    “You little squirter, you.”
    “What?” I sounded winded. I collapsed to the
bed, my body feeling like JELL-O.
    “You totally just squirted when you
came.”
    “Yeah, sorry. It happens sometimes.”
    “Ha! You’re full of surprises.” She snuggled
into