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Tricia Heifer came awake with a moan. She hadn’t heard the car’s motor die, or the slide of her zipper down her body. A heavy sleeper, she’d been dead to the world since she rested her head against the passengerside window. Now she opened her eyes, looking down her body and the spread catsuit that fronted it to see Katee Sackhoof’s twisting head between her thighs, lapping greedily at her pussy. Tricia moaned into her own white wig, revealing her awareness to Katee. The other blonde, cape covering what her red spandex outlined, looked up with a wet chin. “Sorry, babe. Couldn’t resist.” “Katee, what’s the fucking point of going to an orgy if you’re going to do me in the car like a high schooler at a drive-in?” Tricia gasped forcefully as Katee stuck her tongue between her labia and sucked at the juices Tricia fed her. “That’s the point,” Katee said smugly, looking up Tricia’s arching body at her breasts bursting from the leather catsuit she wore. “So sensitive…” “Let’s go inside,” Tricia panted, barely able to resist her bestie with benefits. “No more pregaming.” Katee pouted, tongue poking at the corner of her lip, and zipped up Tricia’s costume for her. But only up to clavicle. The Black Cat always showed a little cleavage. “Lead the way, Mary Marvel,” Tricia said, and as Katee pulled her along, she got a disgruntled “I’m Captain Marvel, God,” for her troubles. They went through the security checkpoint, saw and were seen, showing off their costumes and their togetherness, but once she got started, there was no stopping Katee. She dragged Tricia up the stairs to semi-privacy, finding a lit alcove with only one occupant, a cute girl all bondaged up with something white and sticky. “What’s with this?” Tricia asked. “Her dom need to use the bathroom?” “Oh, no, I heard about this,” Katee said. “It’s a discipline thing. She only gets to watch, while the other two have all the fun.” Her smile beamed at Tricia. “Do you like being watched?” “Do you want me all to yourself?” Tricia shot back, playing at the zipper, drawing it far below where it’d be on any reputable cat burglar. It was fun, the girl on the wall only able to moan and struggle, clearly wanting to join in as Katee undressed Tricia, then herself. Tricia lay across the bed, her legs spread as wide as the girl’s eyes before Katee stalked between them, licked at her cunt. “God, feels better than the car!” Tricia sighed, hips rocking to the tune Katee’s tongue set. Her body undulated. Her toes kinked and unkinked. “Yeah, it does feel better when you’re awake. Well, for you.” Katee abandoned her momentarily to reach under the bed, finding a dildo that was just as big as she wanted Tricia to be stretched. She came here so often—pun, Katee thought with a grin—that she knew it by feel. “This big enough?” she asked, rubbing it along Tricia’s belly, her tits--- Tricia bowed her head to kiss it. “Almost as big as the poolboy’s.” “Yeah, but I bet your poolboy doesn’t know how to use it like I do.” Katee snatched it away from here, then—pun!—snatched it again. “Open up, babe.” Tricia spread her legs as wide as she could, Katee working the dildo inside her. Katee stared as she slid it in, pulled it out, managing the fuck to slowly build the heat. When Tricia was rocking her hips, really into it, Katee pulled it out, drenched in her juices, and displayed to the girl on the wall. “You sure you don’t wanna play?” Ana screamed as loud as a whisper. “Your loss.”