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the
hardened nub. She moved to the other side doing the same while
pinching her fingers around the other damp nipple and twisting,
letting her fingers slip over it as if she were pulling a succulent
grape from the vine.
    She felt a sensation of her own nipples being
sucked, pulled, and twisted just as she had done to Katrina and
pulled away, ready to tell Katrina she couldn't touch her.
Katrina's hands were occupied, one gripping the bed's metal
railing, the other entangled in her hair. The sensation must've
been some kind of weird feedback as it seemed to mimic her
movements, but the touch seemed ... foreign. The sensation was not
a simple echo of her own, it was different—it was from someone
else.
    Could this be feedback from the subject?
    The sensation stopped when she pulled away,
so she considered it only an echo from her transmission. Like
ripples in a pond reverberating back when they hit something solid.
Near as she could figure, she was receiving her own signal back
form her subject on a short delay. She moved back into Katrina
brushing her fingers across her nipples, gently pinching and
twisting as she moved upwards meeting Katrina's lips with hers. The
feedback was sensational. Her body flushed, and she felt instant
warmth and wetness emanating form her core until it saturated her
inner folds. She continued exploring Katrina's body, concentrating
harder on projecting her sensations in spite of the feedback.
    ***
    Katrina could hardly stand it. Holly's tongue
felt like velvet in warm honey, gliding across her skin. She was
startled when Holly told her to sush but didn't think she'd said
anything. Then again, with Holly's expert touch, she might have
said something and wasn't aware. She was barely hanging on to
self-control and couldn't believe how erotic and sensual this whole
thing was, even if she was being recorded on camera for others to
study at their leisure. Holly barely brushed across her outer folds
once while her hands slid, like oil on silk, up her body, and the
action rocketed her so close she feared the slightest pressure
might send her over the edge.
    She held her breath, and a shiver ran through
her body as Holly slid down her torso on the very tips of her
fingers. The pressure was slight but her senses were so raw that
Holly’s fingernails cut a path through her skin, and an angry fire
burned in their wake. Her teeth clinched and air filled her lungs
so fast it made a kind of hissing sound as those scratching,
burning, glorious fingers found home across the neatly trimmed
patch over her pelvic mound, and onward into her wet folds. She
gripped the bed rail so hard she feared she might bend the metal.
With her other hand, she gripped and pulled on her own hair—hard,
hoping a sensation of pain might forestall her impending
climax.
    Holly's fingers retreated from the danger
zone before they pushed her over the edge, and climbed back up
along the sides of her torso, now open palmed but still on fire.
Holly's hands moved through her armpits and slowly down her inner
arms to her wrists before backtracking until her fingers again
circled her breasts. Holly's fingers crawled inward from both sides
and circled again, this time around her areolas just beyond the
outer edges of pinched skin surrounding her achingly taught
nipples. Then the fingers made that last move to her nipples. They
pinched hard and pulled them in all directions like a tiger
gripping its prey around the neck and shaking.
    Her eyes flew open and she looked at Holly.
Through the darkness, she saw Holly rearing her head back, her
mouth open and the reflection of her wet tongue flashing across her
upper lip. Holly moaned, tightening her grip on Katrina's nipples.
A sudden flash of pain bit through Katrina's ecstasy but it was
wash away in euphoric pleasure. The look she saw on Holly's face
fueled her euphoria, and the pleasure fought its way to the
forefront until she could stand it no more, crying out in the midst
of her own impending